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Questions 33
3. Introduction to PHP. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 35
Incorporating PHP Within HTML 35
This Book’s Examples 37
The Structure of PHP 38
Using Comments 38
Basic Syntax 39
Variables 40
Operators 45
Variable Assignment 48
Multiple-Line Commands 50
Variable Typing 52
Constants 53
Predefined Constants 54
The Difference Between the echo and print Commands 55
Functions 55
Variable Scope 56
Questions 62
vi | Table of Contents
Dynamic Linking in Action 92
Questions 93
Table of Contents | ix
Deleting a Record 244
Displaying the Form 245
Querying the Database 246
Running the Program 247
Practical MySQL 248
Creating a Table 248
Describing a Table 249
Dropping a Table 250
Adding Data 250
Retrieving Data 251
Updating Data 251
Deleting Data 252
Using AUTO_INCREMENT 252
Performing Additional Queries 254
Preventing Hacking Attempts 255
Steps You Can Take 256
Using Placeholders 257
Preventing HTML Injection 259
Using mysqli Procedurally 261
Questions 263
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The number and range Input Types 285
Date and Time Pickers 285
Questions 285
Table of Contents | xi
Local Variables 323
The Document Object Model 324
But It’s Not That Simple 326
Using the DOM 327
About document.write 328
Using console.log 328
Using alert 328
Writing into Elements 329
Using document.write 329
Questions 329
Table of Contents | xv
3D Transformations 473
Transitions 474
Properties to Transition 474
Transition Duration 475
Transition Delay 475
Transition Timing 475
Shorthand Syntax 476
Questions 477
Author: S. Baring-Gould
Language: English
KITTY ALONE
BY
S. BARING GOULD
AUTHOR OF
“IN THE ROAR OF THE SEA” “THE QUEEN OF LOVE”
“MEHALAH” “CHEAP JACK ZITA” ETC. ETC.
In Three Volumes
Vol. III
CHAP. PAGE
P asco thrust his wife within and shut the door behind. Zerah had
returned early in the morning, and had found that her husband
and Kate were away, and the house locked, whilst the stores were in
conflagration. Half the parish was present. The fire had broken out
some time after nightfall’at least, it had been observed about nine
o’clock by a boy connected with the mill, who ran to the alehouse
and roused the village orchestra, which was practising there, and in
ten minutes nearly everyone in the little place was at the Cellars. The
fire was pouring in dense sheets of flame out of the windows. It had
apparently begun below, the wool above dropped into it as the
rafters and boards gave way. Nothing could be done to arrest it, but
precautions were adopted to prevent the fire communicating with a
little rick of straw that Pepperill had for litter near the stables. The
flames and smoke were carried inland, and no apprehensions were
entertained of the house becoming ignited.
Much comment was made on the absence of Pasco, his wife, and
niece. But that which excited most uneasiness was the presence of
Jason Quarm’s cart and donkey in the yard. If they were at the
Cellars, then Jason could not be far distant. Was it possible that,
finding the house locked up, and his relatives absent, he had made
his way into the store-shed and perished there? This was the
question hotly debated.
When Mrs. Pepperill arrived from the other side of the river, and
saw the conflagration, and heard that there was a probability that
her brother had fallen a victim, she was driven frantic with terror and
grief. In her mind connecting her husband with the occurrence, she
charged him with the firing of the stores and with the death of her
brother.
Pepperill endeavoured to pacify her. He protested his innocence;
he declared that he had left the house soon after herself, and by
entreaty, remonstrance, and threat urged Zerah to hold her tongue
and not recklessly put him in peril by rousing against him suspicion
which was without grounds.
As to Jason, he knew nothing about him. He had probably left his
trap at the Cellars and crossed the water on some business of his
own. He would return shortly. The fact of his cart and ass being
there was not sufficient to cause alarm for his safety. If anything
transpired more grave, Pasco would be the first to take the
necessary steps to investigate what had become of him. Meanwhile,
let Zerah moderate her transports and listen to the news he had to
tell. He must leave her, and that immediately, to go with the lawyer
to Tavistock, and make provision for his uncle’s interment and for
securing his property.
Pepperill was unable to get away as soon as he wished. He was
forced to show himself among the crowd, to give expression to
consternation, to answer questions as to his surmises about the
origin of the fire, to explain how he had left the place before it broke
out, and to offer suggestions as to the whereabouts of Quarm. He
scouted the idea of his brother-in-law having been burnt in the
stores; he said he suspected the fellow Redmore of having set fire to
his buildings. Redmore was at large still; he, Pasco, had given him
occasion of resentment by sending the workmen at Brimpts in
pursuit of him. The man was a bitter hater and revengeful, as was
proved by his having burned the stack of Farmer Pooke. What more
likely than that he had paid off his grudge against himself’Pepperill’in
like manner?
As soon as ever Pasco was able to disengage himself from the
crowd, he re-entered the chaise and departed with the lawyer, glad
to escape the scene. When the chaise had got outside Coombe, he
leaned back with a puff of relief and said, “That is now well over.”
“I should hardly say that,” observed the lawyer, “till you have the
insurance money clinking in your pocket. Now look here, Mr.
Pepperill; it may be you will have a hitch about the same. If so,
apply to me.”
Among those looking on upon the mass of glowing, spluttering
combustible material was the rector, with his hands behind him, and
his hat at the back of his head. He was touched on the arm, and,
turning, saw the pretty face of Rose Ash looking entreatingly towards
him.
“What is it, my child?”
“Please, sir, do you think anything dreadful has happened to Kitty’s
father?”
The rector paused before he answered. Then he said leisurely, “I
do not know what reply to make. I saw him last night about seven. I
was at my garden-gate when he drove by, and we exchanged
salutations.”
“The neddy is in the stable here, and there is his cart,” said Rose.
“He may have crossed the water.”
“But, sir, Mrs. Pepperill had the boat.”
“True’is there no other?”
“Yes; the old boat. I did not think of that. I’ll run and see if her be
in place.”
Rose left, and returned shortly, discouraged, and said’
“The old boat be moored to the landing-stage as well as the new
boat. And, sir, I do not think he could have got across the water after
seven by any boat. The tide was out. By nine, when it was flowing,
the people were running about here because of the fire.”
“I will go and see Mrs. Pepperill.”
“May I come with you, sir? Kitty is my very dear friend.”
“Kitty?’I thought she had no friends?”
“It is only quite lately we have become friends. I would do
anything for her. I am not happy. I think she ought to know what has
taken place, and yet I wouldn’t frighten and make her miserable
without reason. That is why I so much wish to know what is really
thought about poor Mr. Quarm. It would be too dreadful if he had
come by his end here, and it will break Kitty’s heart.”
“You shall come with me, certainly, Rose.”
On entering the house, they found Mrs. Pepperill moving restlessly
about the kitchen. Her mood had gone through a change since the
visit of her husband. The wildness of her first terror and grief had
passed away, and given place to great nervous unrest. She had
smoothed her hair as well as she could with her trembling fingers;
her lips quivered, her eye was unsteady, and she could not remain in
one posture or in one place for more than half a minute.
She had hitherto appeared a hard, iron-natured woman without
sympathy, but now the shock had completely broken her down. She
had rushed to the conclusion that her husband had deliberately set
fire to his warehouse, and without scruple had sacrificed her brother.
The horror of the death Jason had undergone, and the greater
horror to her of the thought that this was the callous act of her own
husband, had shaken the woman out of all her self-restraint and
rigidity of nerve. She was morally as well as physically broken down.
A woman stern, uncompromising, strictly honest and upright, harsh
and unpitying in her severity, she found herself involved in a terrible
crime that touched her in the most sensitive part. It was the conceit
mingled with stupidity in Pasco, his recklessness in speculation, and
his obstinacy in refusing to listen to her voice, which had hardened
and embittered the woman.
Something he had said, something in his manner, had led her to
fear he contemplated an escape from his difficulties by dishonest
means, and it was to avert the necessity of his having recourse to
these that she had produced her little store, the savings of many
years. When she returned from Teignmouth to find that her husband,
notwithstanding, had carried out his purpose, and in doing so had
swept her own brother out of his path’then all her fortitude gave
way.
After the first paroxysm of resentment and despair had passed,
she felt the need of using self-control, and of concealing what she
thought, of endeavouring to avert suspicion from falling on Pasco.
Now also, for the first time in her life, did this stern woman crave for
sympathy, and her heart turned at once instinctively to the girl she
had disregarded and despised. Dimly she had perceived, though she
had never allowed it to herself, that there was a something in her
niece of a strong, noble, and superior nature to her own. And in this
moment of terrible prostration of her self-respect and weakness of
nerve, her heart cried out with almost ravenous impatience for Kate.
To Kitty alone could she speak her mind, in Kitty’s breast alone find
sympathy.
When, therefore, the door opened and the rector entered with a
girl at his side, her eyes, dazzled by the sunlight behind them,
unable to distinguish at the moment through the haze of tears that
formed and dried in her eyes, she cried out hoarsely’
“It is Kitty! I want you, Kitty!”
“I am not Kitty,” said Rose. “I am only her dear friend. If you want
Kitty, I will fetch her.”
“I do want her. I must have her,” said Zerah vehemently. “I have
no one. My brother is dead, my husband is gone. My Kitty’where is
she? I do not know if it is true that she is on the moor. She may be
burning yonder, along wi’ her father.”
The woman threw herself into the settle, and burst into a
convulsion of tears.
Mr. Fielding spoke words intended to console her. She must not
rush to a conclusion so dreadful without sufficient cause; it was
possible enough that in the course of the day something might
transpire which would give them reason to believe that Mr. Quarm
was safe. Then, to divert her mind from this point to one less
distressing, as he thought, he inquired whether she had any idea as
to how the fire had originated.
He could hardly have asked a question more calculated to agitate
her. Zerah sprang from the settle, walked hurriedly about the room,
hiding her eyes with her hand, and crying’
“I know nothing. I cannot think. I want Kitty.”
Then Mr. Fielding put forth his arm, stayed her, and said’
“Mrs. Pepperill, remember, however dear to you your brother may
be, he must be dearer to Kitty, as he is her father. You are advanced
in life, have had your losses and sorrows, and have acquired a
certain power to sustain a loss and command sorrow, but Kitty’s is a
fresh young heart, that has never known the cutting blows to which
yours has been subjected. Spare her what may be unnecessary. Let
us wait over to-day, and if nothing happens to relieve our minds of
the terrible fear that clouds them, we will send to Dart-meet for the
child. Indeed, she must be brought here’if our fears receive
confirmation. All I ask is, spare her what, please God, is an
unnecessary agony.”
Then Rose Ash came up close to the bewildered woman.
“Mrs. Pepperill, I will go after Kitty, I promise you, if you will wait
over to-day. I am Kitty’s friend, as I was once the friend of your
Wilmot, and if you will suffer me, I will remain in the house with you,
to relieve you, all day, and do what work you desire.”
“No, no!” gasped Zerah; “I must be alone. I will have no one here
but Kitty.”
“You consent to the delay?”
The woman did not refuse; she shook herself free from Rose and
the rector, retreated to the window, and cast herself on the bench in
it, and cried and moaned in her hands held over her face.
When Rose proposed to Mrs. Pepperill that she should go to
Brimpts to fetch Kate, a scheme had formed itself in her brain. She
would ask Jan Pooke to drive her. At the time of our story two-
wheeled conveyances, gigs, buggies, tax-carts, were kept only by the
well-to-do, and there were but three in all Coombe’the parson’s trap,
and those of Pasco Pepperill and yeoman Pooke. Her own father, the
miller, though a man of substance, had not taken the step of
providing himself with a trap; to have done so would have been
esteemed in the parish an assertion of wealth and importance that
would have provoked animadversion, and might have hurt his trade.
The miller is ever regarded with mistrust. His fist is said to be too
much in the meal-sack, and had he dared to start a two-wheeled
conveyance, it would at once have been declared that it was
maintained, as well as purchased, at the expense of those who sent
their corn to be ground at his mill.
But now that Rose considered her scheme at leisure, it did not
smile on her as at first. At the moment she proposed it, the prospect
of a long drive by Jan’s side, of union in sympathy for Kitty, had
promised something. Now that she reviewed her plan, she foresaw
that it might be disastrous. Kate, when she heard the tidings of the
fire and the news of the disappearance of her father, would be
thrown into great distress, and a distressed damsel is proverbially
irresistible to a swain. It might undo all that Kate had done, make
Jan more enamoured than ever, and he as a comforter might gain
what he had failed to win when he approached as a lover. Rose was
a good-hearted, if a somewhat wayward girl. She desired to do a
kind thing to Kitty, but not at such a cost to herself.
She turned the matter over in her head, and finally reached a
compromise. She would ask Jan to drive her to Brimpts so as to
fetch Kate, but lay the injunction on him, for Kitty’s sake, not to say
a word relative to the loss of her father. Grieved Kate would be to
hear of the burning of the storehouse, but not heart-broken. The
consumption of so much coal would not extort tears. A sorrowful girl
is only interesting’a heart-broken one is irresistible.
XXXIX
ONE FOR THEE AND TWO FOR ME
R ose and Ja by side in the trap that belonged to the Pookes. In his
good-nature and readiness to do whatever was kind, Jan had
promptly acceded to Rose’s request that he should help her to bring
Kitty home. It was not right, she said, that the child should be left
on the moor, when her father was dead, and her aunt in despair.
“You know, Jan,” she said, pressing against the driver’s side, and
speaking low and confidentially, “I am dear Kitty’s very, very best
friend,’I may say, her only real friend,’and have to fight her battles
like a Turk.”
“I did not know that,” observed Jan in surprise, ill-disguised, for
his mind ran to the incidents of the Ashburton fair.
“You boys don’t know everything. I love Kitty dearly, and I believe
she loves me. We have no secrets from each other, and now that
she is in trouble, my heart flies out to she, and I want to be with her,
and break the news to her very, very gently.”
“I thought”’began Jan, then paused.
Rose looked up in his dull, kindly face, and said roguishly, “Oh,
Jan, a penny for your thoughts. No, really; I will give half a crown’a
thought with you must be so precious, because so rare.”
A little nettled, Jan said, “I thought this, Rose: from your
treatment of Kate the other day at the fair, that you were her enemy
rather than her friend.”
“That is because you are an old buffle-head. Of course we are
bosom friends, but I’m full of fun, and we tease one another’we
girls’just as kids gambol. You are so heavy and solemn and dull, you
don’t understand our gambols. You are like a great ox looking on at
kids and lambs, and wondering what it all means when they frisk,
and you take it for solemn earnest.”
“But about the quarrel at the stall’the kerchief?”
“That was play.”
“And the workbox that Noah knocked from under her arm? Was
that play?”
“Purely. Jan, I had a much better workbox which I wanted to give
Kate, and you went and spoiled my purpose by giving her that
trumpery affair. I am not ashamed to own it. I told Noah to strike it
from under her arm, that I might give her the box I had put aside
for her.”
“And she has it?”
“Yes; oh dear, yes!’of course she has it.”
Jan shook his head; he was puzzled, but supposed all was
right’supposed, because he was too straightforward and good-
hearted to mistrust the girl who spoke so frankly, with great eyes
looking him full in the face, and smiling. Impudence is more
convincing than innocence.
Then Rose said, “How good you are, Jan’how tremendously good!
Really, it is a privilege to live in the same parish, and drive in the
same buggy beside so excellent a Christian.”
“What are you at now?” was Jan’s outspoken response.
“I mean what I say, Jan. Considering how you’ve been treated, I
declare that by your conduct you do a lot more good to me than any
number of sermons.”
“How so? You are making game of me.”
“Not a bit; I’m serious. How is it you show your goodness? Why,
by driving me to Brimpts.”
“Oh, I have nothing else to do, and I like a drive.”
“With me?’or perhaps I just spoil the pleasure,” Rose asked, with a
roguish look out of the corners of her eyes.
The young yeoman was unaccustomed to making gallant
speeches, and he let slip the opportunity thus adroitly offered him.
Rose curled her lip, as he replied’
“It is always pleasanter to have someone to talk to than to be
alone, especially for a long drive.”
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