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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Salamanca</strong> <strong>Corpus</strong>: <strong>Yeoman</strong> <strong>Fleetwood</strong> (<strong>1900</strong>)<br />

agin it, and it wunnot waste no time; for we mun get awhoam for we're mate, as how<br />

‘tis."<br />

With many objurgations the great sleek horses were unfastened from the ploughs and<br />

led away, the brass mounting of the harness gleaming in the sun, and the chains<br />

clanking, across the park towards the village.<br />

<strong>The</strong> ploughs, however, remained, each midway in its own furrow; testifying, as Rachel<br />

thought in bitterness of spirit, to the ignominy which had come upon her ancestral lands.<br />

Her heart seemed to burn within her as she hastened homewards, and her eyes filled<br />

with angry tears. <strong>The</strong>re must be a mistake, surely; and yet the old labourers both seemed<br />

convinced of their right to carry out the task. What was it the man had said? "I reckon<br />

our mester's gaffer here now.” <strong>Yeoman</strong> <strong>Fleetwood</strong> master at Charnleigh! Impossible!<br />

Nevertheless, the announcement had been made with assurance, and a dim foreboding<br />

began to take possession of the girl. She knew her father was in difficulties — were<br />

things so bad as this? For the moment her feeling towards Simon was something closely<br />

akin to hatred.<br />

She found Mr. Charnock in his study, perusing the Morning Post with evident good<br />

humour and satisfaction.<br />

"Father,” she cried, going up to him eagerly, and speaking in trembling tones, Father, do<br />

you know they are ploughing up the park?”<br />

Mr. Charnock removed his eye-glasses and looked up in evident displeasure.<br />

"My dear Rachel,” he cried testily, “I wish you would not burst in on one like that — it<br />

is most unbecoming in a young woman of your years. <strong>The</strong>y are ploughing up the park,<br />

do you say? Let ‘em plough it up, if they like — I daresay the park wants ploughing?"<br />

[202]<br />

"But, sir," pleaded the girl, tears of mortification now standing on her cheeks, "surely it<br />

is not by your wish that the place is thus disfigured? I believe it was not done by your<br />

orders."<br />

"Never mind whose orders they were. If it has got to be done it must be done — that is<br />

all."

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