You remember the little woman that came from Leeds?"
"Yes. Loom forty. I hope she has not left a large family."
"Nay, if there had been a big family, she would varry likely hev been at
her loom today"--then there were a few softly spoken words, and John
walked forward, but he could not forget how singularly the empty loom
had appealed to him on that last morning he had walked through the mill
with Greenwood. There are strange coincidences and links in events of
which we know nothing at all--occult, untraceable altogether, material,
yet having distinct influences not over matter but over some one mind or
heart.
A little before closing time Greenwood said, "Julius Yorke will be
spreading himself all over Hatton tonight. A word or two from thee, sir,
might settle him a bit."
"I think you settled him very well last night."
"It suited me to do so. I like to threep a man that is my equal in his
head piece. Yorke is nobbut a hunchbacked dwarf and he talks a lot of
nonsense, but he _feels_ all he says.
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