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She did not trust herself to look towards the Place, although the hum of the assembled crowd must have drawn her attention in that direction. The fourth person of the group was a handsome and genteel young man, who seemed to share Miss Bertram's anxiety, and her solicitude to soothe and accommodate her parent.
Uncle William spoke with gay cheeriness; but he refused to meet either Billy's or Bertram's eyes. "Uncle William, how could you do it?" reproached Billy, again. "Do what?" Uncle William was plainly fencing for time. "Leave the house like that?" "Ho! I wanted a change." "As if we'd believe that!" scoffed Billy.
Upon the evening of the day when Bertram's examination had taken place, Colonel Mannering arrived at Woodbourne from Edinburgh. He found his family in their usual state, which probably, so far as Julia was concerned, would not have been the case had she learned the news of Bertram's arrest.
The press became furiously agitated, while some endeavoured to defend themselves, others to escape; shots were fired, and the glittering broadswords of the dragoons began to appear flashing above the heads of the rioters. 'Now, said the warning whisper of the man who held Bertram's left arm, the same who had spoken before, 'shake off that fellow and follow me.
"No; she's gone to the opera with the Greggorys." "The opera!" There was a grieved hurt in Bertram's voice that Aunt Hannah quite misunderstood. She hastened to give an apologetic explanation. "Yes. She would have told you she would have asked you to join them, I'm sure, but she said you were going to a banquet. I'm sure she said so." "Yes, I did tell her so last night," nodded Bertram, dully.
In this case they are manifestly untrue, for how is it possible for you to tell that the girl you have just been speaking to is dear, delightful, and fresh?" "Her face is fresh, her manners are fresh, her expression is delightful. There is no use, mother, you can't crush me. I am in love with Beatrice Meadowsweet." Mrs. Bertram's brow became clouded.
Billy, had she lived in the days of the Christian martyrs, would have been the first to walk with head erect into the Arena of Sacrifice. The arena now was just everyday living, the lions were her own devouring misery, and the cause was Bertram's best good. From Bertram's own self she had it now that she had been the cause of his being troubled; so she could doubt no longer.
He was a daring chield, and he fought his ship till she blew up like peelings of ingans; and Frank Kennedy he had been the first man to board, and he was flung like a quarter of a mile off, and fell into the water below the rock at Warroch Point, that they ca' the Gauger's Loup to this day." "And Mr. Bertram's child," said the stranger, "what is all this to him?"
Bertram's last settlement had excited a corresponding feeling in the Dominie's bosom, which was exasperated into a sort of sickening anxiety by the discredit with which Pleydell had treated it.
Perhaps in her sense of bereavement, trusting to her love, she might have found the sad courage to brave not only her father, but the judgment and scorn of the world, in order to be united to her lover. Such thoughts as these arrested Bertram's steps, and compelled him to reflection.
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