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The
widow
Richardson
looked
up
,
shading
her
eyes
in
the
May
sunshine
.
"
Do
I
know
you
?
"
she
asked
.
She
had
not
heard
him
approach
.
The
man
was
dressed
all
in
green
:
dusty
green
trews
,
green
jacket
,
and
a
dark
green
coat
.
His
hair
was
a
carroty
red
,
and
he
grinned
at
her
all
lopsided
.
There
was
something
about
the
man
that
made
her
happy
to
look
at
him
,
and
something
else
that
whispered
of
danger
.
"
You
might
say
that
you
know
me
,
"
he
said
He
squinted
down
at
her
,
and
she
squinted
right
back
up
at
him
,
searching
his
moon
-
face
for
a
clue
to
his
identity
.
He
looked
as
young
as
one
of
her
own
grandchildren
,
yet
he
had
called
her
by
her
old
name
,
and
there
was
a
burr
in
his
voice
she
knew
from
her
childhood
,
from
the
rocks
and
the
moors
of
her
home
.
"
You
’
re
a
Cornishman
?
"
she
asked
.
"
That
I
am
,
a
Cousin
Jack
,
"
said
the
red
-
haired
man
.
"
Or
rather
,
that
I
was
,
but
now
I
’
m
here
in
this
new
world
,
where
nobody
puts
out
ale
or
milk
for
an
honest
fellow
,
or
a
loaf
of
bread
come
harvest
time
.
"
The
old
woman
steadied
the
bowl
of
peas
upon
her
lap
.
"
If
you
’
re
who
I
think
you
are
,
"
she
said
,
"
then
I
’
ve
no
quarrel
with
you
.
"
In
the
house
,
she
could
hear
Phyllida
grumbling
to
the
housekeeper
.
"
Nor
I
with
you
,
"
said
the
red
-
haired
fellow
,
a
little
sadly
,
"
although
it
was
you
that
brought
me
here
,
you
and
a
few
like
you
,
into
this
land
with
no
time
for
magic
and
no
place
for
piskies
and
such
folk
.
"
"
You
’
ve
done
me
many
a
good
turn
,
"
she
said
.
"
Good
and
ill
,
"
said
the
squinting
stranger
.
"
We
’
re
like
the
wind
.
We
blows
both
ways
.
"
Essie
nodded
.
