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Help with book "Warleggan"

Hi Namparagirl,
Like the old song... You are simply the best!


-- Edited by namparagirl on Friday 10th of September 2010 09:40:31 PM


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Date: Sep 9 5:28 PM, 2010

Hi Jimena, it's no problem at all, I'm really happy to be able to help.

Just in case you haven't got the complete page I'm going totype the text starting immediately after:

Ross said: 'I was in doubt between a silk cloak and a jewelled sword, so I put it off till next time. This was my last purchase.'


He got uptoo and handed her a pair of women's garters. They were very fancy.
'For me?' said Demelza.
'I notice you've been wearing no stockings often this winter and can only suppose you were in some straits to keep them up.'
Demelza burst into tears.
'Oh, come, come, I meant no offence. It was just a passing thought. If you'd prefer not to have them -'
'It isn't that,' she said. 'You know very well it is not that.'
She put her hands to her face. 'It is the relief ..... And then buying all these things.'
'They were none of them extortionate.' He put his arm round her, but her breakdown was checked by a sudden howl from Jeremy, who, unused to seeing his mother in tears, was moved to copy her. Demelza knelt over him and comforted him, wiping his eyes as well as her own. After a few seconds she glanced up at Ross.
'I'm sorry. It was the relief. You see - I love you so much ......'
'Ross stared down at them both, moved himself and happy. The light from the window glinted on her hair, on the curve of her back, on Jeremy's clutching hands.
'I must put them on,' he said.
Demelza looked up. 'You mean Jeremy's bonnet and gloves?'
'What else,' rejoined Ross, smiling grimly.
With the usual sort of difficulty, Jeremy was invested with his new regalia. It all fitted pretty well, and should have done since the shopkeeper had tried them on her own child first. Presently he went tottering off, the bonnet at a rakish angle, one glove not properly tied.
She had known that Ross hadn't meant that.


Happy translating Jimena, please let me know if you need anything else.

-- Edited by namparagirl on Thursday 9th of September 2010 05:30:07 PM


Tide was nearly full. Mist lay in a grey scarf along the line of the cliffs.
.. and they walked home hand in hand through the slanting shadows of the new darkness.


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Date: Sep 8 4:01 AM, 2010

Hi Namparagirl,
Ill just say...


That was exactly what I needed! I really appreciate your kindness.
Ill hope you dont think Im imposing on you, but I realize I have ONE more line missing (I swear, just one), just before "She had known that Ross hadn't meant that."

Its no very possible you would need my help one day, but if you do, dont hesitate on asking.
Thanks, again,


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Date: Sep 2 7:16 PM, 2010

Hi Jimena

As promised, just in case you haven't been able to get hold of a complete replacement book, here are the bits you asked for as I can't bear to think of you missing out on any of the wonderful story:

'Thank you,' said Ross, 'a very friendly gesture......' He put the jar on the table. 'He's more forward than Julia was, isn't he? I can't remember at this age....'

'She was fatter and more content to stay in one place. We shall have to watch his legs .... Ross, why did you go into Truro?'

'Some extra business to do with Pascoe. A matter of small importance.'

She knew then from some glint in his eye that the news was not bad.

'What is it? What's to do? Tell me if it is something better. I have been thinking all day ....'

He sat down and warmed his hands at the fire. Gimlett had come out and was leading Darkie past the windows. 'Pascoe was agreed that there was likely to be a frost.'

'No, Ross.' She went over to him. 'Don't play now! This is too important. Tell me please.'
He looked up at her eager face.
'Someone - some anonymous person - has chosen very foolishly to take over my debt, my promissory note which the Warleggans hold. It means that - for the time at least - the urgency to find the money is gone. Of course, it will still have to be found some day. But not this Christmas.'
Demelza stared at him. 'D'you mean - that you won't have to default - that there is still a chance?'
'There's still a chance. Just that.'
'Oh, my dear.' She sat abruptly in a chair. After a moment Jeremy sprawled towards her and she picked him up and covered him with kisses of relief. 'Oh, Ross, I can't hardly believe that. After all this worry it's beyond belief ....'
'You describe it exactly. It's beyond belief. All the way home I've been telling myself that things are just as black as they ever were before this threat blew up - that we are still poverty-stricken to the last edges of pauperdom - that in a month or so the mine must close - that we have practically nothing to live on. But just at the moment those things don't mean anything at all.'
'And it's true!. It's true! Oh, thank God!' She suddenly set Jeremy down and ran across and kissed him on the cheek. 'I'm that glad for you, Ross! But glad isn't the word! There must be a better. I wish I knew a better! What is anonymous?'
He pulled her down till she was sitting on his knee. 'No name. We don't know our benefactor.'
'Some friend?'
'Some friend. To whom I owe one thousand four hundred pounds. The percentage of interest is also halved, so that after this year I shall only pay him two hundred and eighty pounds each Christmas.'
'God bless him, whoever he is!'
'Amen, I say to that.'
'Have you no idea?'
'Vague speculations on the way home. Each seems more unlikely than the last.'
There was silence for some minutes. He said: 'Where were you when I left?'
'After a stray cat Garrick was chasing. 'Twasn't fair, for the creature had a bad leg and I've told him oftentimes not to touch cats. Might it not mean that the mine could go on a little longer?'
'Where is the cat now?'
'In the kitchen in a basket.'
'I thought so.' Ross stretched down to a bag at his feet. Demelza, a bit unused to this situation nowadays, made a move to rise but he would not let her. 'I've bought you a pound of Soachong tea. It is better than the stuff we get through Trencrom. I thought you'd like to try it.'
'Thank you Ross. That's kind of you .... Now perhaps in a short time we shall not need to do anything for Mr Trencrom. D'you think it possible? Then we should be really free, out in the open, able to breathe again!'
'And I brought you a new brush and comb. I thought it a good thing to have one in reserve before you broke the present one.'
Demelza took the articles handed to her, turned them over in her hands. The comb had a twisted handle, like a plait of hair. 'Very - extravagant,' she said indistinctly.
'Very. I also got two pairs of worsted stockings each for the Gimletts. They were not dear: two shillings a pair. They've had little enough of late. And I have here a bonnet for Jeremy and a pair of knitted gloves. I thought he might be jealous if he was left out. I'm not sure as to the size. I suspect they will smother him.'
Demelza got up. The light was going, and over the hill the winter's day was infinitely remote. Everything was still except for the muffled roar behind the house, and this was less dominant for the time because the tide was out. Already the secret spell of frost had been cast over the valley.
'They look a good fit. That's clever to have guessed. And what did you buy yourself?'
Ross said: 'I was in doubt between a silk cloak and a jewelled sword, so I put it off till next time. This was my last purchase.'
He got up and handed her a pair of women's garters. They were very fancy.
'For me? said Demelza.


She had known that Ross hadn't meant that. She held the garters in her hand, and he took them from her, so she sat down uncertainly. She was wearing stockings tonight, old ones, but they were black and her skin above them glistened like ivory. He put the garters on with a good deal of care. It was months, almost years, since there had been this sort of thing between them, that odd fusion of desire and affection for which there is no substitute. Her eyes in the gathering darkness glowed at him. They stayed for a while hardly moving, he kneeling and she leaning back in the chair. His hands were cool on her legs. Remember this, she thought. In the times of jealousy and neglect, remember this.

He said: 'So you are not to be rid of me, my love.'
'I am not to be rid of you, my love.'
Over in a corner by the door Jeremy thumped down and began methodically to pull off his gloves.


Tabb worked eighteen hours a day in the fields, and Mrs Tabb looked after the few animals they had retained. Ross could estimate the amount Elizabeth would have to do.

Afterwards he went upstairs, treading the dark corridors to Aunt Agatha's room. By the light of two candles Aunt Agatha was interviewed, propped up in bed, her bright beady eyes winking in the candlelight, plying him with ceaseless questions whose answers she could not hear, running off into long strings of reminiscence out of a past dead and buried for everyone but herself. She told Ross she was ninety-seven and was determined to live to be a hundred. Whether the age was right or not, he didn't at all put it past her to have a good try. She might be sinking, as Elizabeth thought, but she still had a long way to sink.


Hope this helps Jimena, let me know if you need anything else. reading.gif


Tide was nearly full. Mist lay in a grey scarf along the line of the cliffs.
.. and they walked home hand in hand through the slanting shadows of the new darkness.


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Date: Aug 26 11:56 AM, 2010

Hi Jimena

Found a used Spanish copy of Warleggan by Javier Vergara on Amazon UK though it's a bit expensive....

Sent from UK - 21.99 plus postage.


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Oh Jimena

Oh oh oh, this will not do.....please email me your address and I will send you a paperback will be my poor thing, we cannot let this terrible situation continue :)

Love Bella xx

-- Edited by Bella on Thursday 26th of August 2010 11:01:34 AM



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Hi everyone,
I have the Poldark saga and loved it, but the books are quite old and Ive been restoring them. The second book, Warleggan, has two pages which are ripped (broken), I think a mistake from the printing press. I really tried to find them in spanish, but it was impossible... for all Ive seen, the saga is not well known in Argentina. Its not the same, but I thought I could translate the text and print the pages so I have the book complete and well restored.
These are the parts I have missing (If youre thinking "hours typing", be easy... its about to pages).

Book 2, Warleggan
At the final of chapter 5, I need from

Demelza:... We should look at his legs... Ross, why did you go to Truro?
- Some deals with Pascoe. A matter of no importance. The shine in Rosss eyes told Demelza the news were not bad
Ross said: - ... between a silk coat and a jewelled sword, so I left it for the nex time. And that was the last purchase.
He stood up to, and gave Demelza a pair of woman (?). They were very fancy.
- For me? - Demelza said
That night she had an old stocking, but they where black and her own skin over the stocking shine as ivory. Ross put the (?) on her, and had special care when he did it. It has been months, maybe years, since the last time they...
Remember this, she thought. When jelousy comes to you and you feel forgotten, remember this
At the beggining of chapter 6
Mrs Tabb took care of the few animals they have kept. Ross could estimate how much Elizabeth had to do. After that, he went to the first floor and walked trough the dark corridors.
T ... long reminiscent lectures about a past... (the phrase is not complete).
Im SO SORRY for slaughtering Winston Graham (and the english language in general) like that, but is very difficult to translate. I hope youll understand the meaning.

I would be very grateful if you can help me here.

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