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Grannie jumped up when Alison made this remark. "Well, I'm goin' on a visit," she said, "jest to freshen me up. It don't matter a bit about me life is slacking down with me, and there aint the least cause to worry. I'm goin' on a visit; don't you fret, children." "But where to?" asked Alison. "You don't know anybody. I have never heard that you had any friends.
"I wish to speak an instant with one Alison Wilson, who resides here," said Henry. "She's no at hame the day," answered Mrs. Wilson, /in propria persona/, the state of whose headdress, perhaps, inspired her with this direct mode of denying herself; "and ye are but a mislear'd person to speer for her in sic a manner. Ye might hae had an M under your belt for Mistress Wilson of Milnwood."
She got up and kissed her. "Don't, child, don't; it aint good to move the feelin's when things is a bit rough, as they are now. We have got to be firm, Alison, and we have got to be brave, and there aint no manner o' use drawing on the feelin's. Keep 'em under, say I, and stand straight to your guns. It's a tough bit o' battle we're goin' through, but we must stand to our guns, that's wot I say."
In this moment of final self-assertion she became the dominating person in the room, knew for once the birthright of human worth. They watched her in silence as she turned and gave one last, lingering look at the features of the dead; stretched out her hand towards them, but did not touch them... and then went slowly towards the door. Beside Alison she stopped. "You are his sister?" she said.
He went out then, but he turned as he closed the door and threw at me a glance of half-amused, half-contemptuous tolerance. McKnight saw Alison, with Mrs. Dallas, to their carriage, and came back again. The gathering in the office was breaking up. Sullivan, looking worn and old, was standing by the window, staring at the broken necklace in his hand.
And somehow I don't think any of them could ever clearly have told how; perhaps Mrs Mildmay's maid had a head on her shoulders and was equal to the occasion they all found themselves in the landau again; all, that is to say, except Aunt Alison, who stood waving good-bye to them all from the curbstone, her face for once actually rosy with excitement.
"What must I do?" he cried. "I'm all in a creel. I'm but a pipe for the Lord to sound through." "Take not that Name in vain, for the sounding is from your own corrupt heart. Mind what Alison Steel said about the devil of pride, for it was that sin by which the angels fell." "But I've His plain commands," he wailed. "He hath bidden me cast down idolatry, and bring the Gentiles to His kingdom."
Not one more embrace could I be granted, but my good chaplain Ross whom the saints rest baptized her in secret, and Gorion had set two marks on the soft flesh, which he said could never be blotted out in after years, and then her father's clanswoman, Alison Hepburn, undertook to carry her to France, with a letter of mine bound up in her swathing clothes, committing her to the charge of my good aunt, the Abbess of Soissons, in utter secrecy, until better days should come.
"Oh, I know that my father and the others will try to put him out but can they?" Alison asked. It was Mrs. Constable's turn to stare. The head she suddenly and impulsively put forth trembled on Alison's wrist. "I don't know, Alison I'm afraid they can.
"This evening!" cried Jim. "Oh, come now," he added, "I haven't the heart; that I haven't." "You have no spunk in you. I thought you wanted to clear your girl." "Oh, if you put it in that way, Sampson, of course I'll do anything; but I can't see your meaning. I do want, God knows, to clear Alison, but I don't wish to drag another girl into it." "You shan't; that will be my business.
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