Small wrong, some people say, if he had, for Sir Jasper was bad
as many a poor girl knew to her cost."
"Uncle Luke should not have gone away," I said.
"Well, you see, dearie, he thought it the kindest thing to do. And
then--there were stories. I never believed them myself. People asked how
it was that Master Luke came to be armed. There was reason enough, for
the country was disturbed at the time."
"Stories," I repeated after her--"what stories?"
"Why, there were some bad enough to say that it was Master Luke was
tryin' to abduct the lady, and that it was Sir Jasper was hinderin' him.
I couldn't believe it myself. He cared for none but Miss Mary, although
she'd been hard to him. And Miss Irene Cardew would have gone with
Master Luke willin' enough. A pretty delicate little lady she was, and
'ud jump if she caught sight of her own shadow. Sure, Master Luke could
have nothing but pity for her."
"There seem to have been a great many stories," I said.
"Aye, indeed, so there were, my jewel. There isn't two you'd meet in the
county this minute 'ud hold the same opinion about it. Not but that any
way the country people are on the side of Master Luke."
I was silent for a few minutes, stroking Dido's silky head, letting her
rippled ears fall through my fingers.
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