Gone to Earth Page #4

Think I look like an angel?

A concert, funeral or a wedding,

I'm your man.

- Might be the last.

- Weddin' or beddin', eh squire?

He's got the blood of little

foxes on him, Foxy.

Any fiddlers in your parrish,

parson?

Yes. There's one the far

side of the mountain.

- Pretty daughter?

- No. He's only 20.

And I told father I'd marry

the first would come.

I swore it by the mountain.

- And eh, nobody came?

- Never a one.

Nobody at all?

Never a one.

And if anyone came and asked you

to marry him,

- you would?

- Well, I'm bound to, seemingly.

But none'll ever come.

What for should they?

Should you like to be married?

My mam did not like it.

She said tears and torment, tears

and torment was a married lot.

And she said "keep yourself

to yourself,

"You weren't made for marrying

anymore than me.

"Eat in company but sleep alone. "

That's what she said, Mr. Marston.

And how many brothers and sisters

have you, my dear?

Never a one.

Nobody but our Foxy.

Edward too has none.

- Give her a chair, my dear.

- I'm well enough as I am.

And who is Foxy?

My little cub.

You speak as if the animal were

a relation, dear.

So all animals be my brothers

and sisters.

I know dear, quite right,

all animals in conversation,

should be so.

But any single animal, in reality,

is only an animal.

And animals have no souls.

Yes, they have them.

If they have none, you have none.

Perhaps you will read to us, dear.

Yes mother.

I wonder who that can be

at this hour?

Martha will answer it.

Who can it be ridin' late at night,

Mrs. Marston?

Did you hear a horse, my dear?

I don't know...

A fiddler chap with a pretty daughter!

Mother...

I'm sorry to look in so late,

Mrs. Marston,

but I met a gentleman on horseback in

the lane asking all kinds of questions

And I had to walk back with him

to the crossroads.

You said you wanted something

from Wenlock?

Oh yes, some knitting wool,

the same as before.

Edward, Miss Woodus wants

to go home.

Were there anybody else there,

at the door?

I thought I heard someone.

Will you marry me, Hazel?

You've been mighty quick

about it.

Yes, I know I have.

It's me!

Bide a minute, Mr. Marston.

Here she is.

So this is Foxy.

Will you marry me, Hazel?

I can give you a good home.

And I'll try and be a good husband

to you.

And I love you.

Do you love me as much

as I love Foxy?

Far more.

Ain't she a dear?

Go along now.

- Blast you! I oughtta ring her neck.

- I let her go loose.

- Who's here?

- Edward Marston.

Oh, it's you, minister.

Had a long walk for your trouble?

I wanted to see you.

Well, here I be.

I want to marry Hazel.

You want her?

You want to marry her?

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