son…in…law。
So that; when the tale was sobbed out; and fort
administered and tea sipped; and something like calm restored to
the little circle; the thought of Will Brangwens entry was not
pleasantly entertained。
Tilly was set to watch out for him as he passed by on his way
home。 The little party at table heard the womans servants
shrill call:
〃Youve got to e in; Will。 Annas here。〃
After a few moments; the youth entered。
〃Are you stopping?〃 he asked in his hard; harsh voice。
He seemed like a blade of destruction standing there。 She
quivered to tears。
〃Sit you down;〃 said Tom Brangwen; 〃an take a bit off your
length。〃
Will Brangwen sat down。 He felt something strange in the
atmosphere。 He was dark browed; but his eyes had the keen;
intent; sharp look; as if he could only see in the distance;
which was a beauty in him; and which made Anna so angry。
〃Why does he always deny me?〃 she said to herself。 〃Why is it
nothing to him; what I am?〃
And Tom Brangwen; blue…eyed and warm; sat in opposition to
the youth。
〃How long are you stopping?〃 the young husband asked his
wife。
〃Not very long;〃 she said。
〃Get your tea; lad;〃 said Tom Brangwen。 〃Are you itchin to
be off the moment you enter?〃
They talked of trivial things。 Through the open door the
level rays of sunset poured in; shining on the floor。 A grey hen
appeared stepping swiftly in the doorway; pecking; and the light
through her b and her wattles made an oriflamme tossed here
and there; as she went; her grey body was like a ghost。
Anna; watching; threw scraps of bread; and she felt the child
flame within her。 She seemed to remember again forgotten;
burning; far…off things。
〃Where was I born; mother?〃 she asked。