Elder Fairley had so far broken the covenant of ostracism and
boycott, knowing David's love for his Uncle Benn.
All that night David paced the hillside in anxiety and agitation, and saw
the sun rise upon a new world--a world of freedom, of home-returning, yet
a world which, during the past four months, had changed so greatly that
it would never seem the same again.
The sun was scarce two hours high when Faith and her father mounted the
hill to bring him home again. He had, however, gone to Heddington to
learn further news of the massacre. He was thinking of his Uncle Benn-all
else could wait. His anxiety was infinitely greater than that of Luke
Claridge, for his mind had been disturbed by frequent premonitions; and
those sudden calls in his sleep-his uncle's voice--ever seemed to be
waking him at night. He had not meant to speak at the meeting, but the
last words of the speaker decided him; he was in a flame of indignation.
He heard the voice of Faith whisper over the heads of the people. "David,
David, do thee speak." Turning, he met her eyes, then rose to his feet,
came steadily to the platform, and raised a finger towards the chairman.
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