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"I was told you had made your habitation on the hillside; a fitting
home, no doubt, for one unfit to house with his fellows."
Sim's hand trembled violently, and he set the bowl of milk on the
floor beside him. Rotha was standing a yard or two apart, her breast
heaving.
"Have you left it for good, pray?" There was the suspicion of a sneer
in the tone with which the question was asked.
"Yes, he _has_ left it for good," said Rotha, catching her breath.
Sim had dropped his head on his hand, his elbow resting on his knee.
"More's the shame, perhaps; who knows but it may have been the best
place for shame to hide in!"
Sim got up, and turning about, with his eyes still fixed on the
ground, he hurried out of the house.
"You've driven him away again--do you know that?" said Rotha,
regaining her voice, and looking fall into the vicar's face, her eyes
aflame.
"If so, I have done well, young woman." Then surveying her with a look
of lofty condescension, he added, "And what is your business here?"
"To nurse Mrs.


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