“I was very sorry for ’e when your old faither died.”
“So was I.”
“He never would speak to me after—”
“Faither was a very great man for justice. An Old Testament man, you might say. ’Twas he as digged your husband’s grave, Mrs. Thorn. I couldn’t do it.”
“Amos Thorn wronged you more’n ever a man wronged a man—God rest his soul.”
“An’ he wronged you?”
“I’ve forgived him,” she said.
“He told you as I had a woman an’ a child hidden down to Newton Abbot.”
“I’ve forgived him.”
“An’ you could believe it?”