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Tonal'," interrupted the trader, as he dipped his paddle violently into the water. "It's wishin' I am that I may never see the Grampians again in this world if yon iss not Nazinred himself wi' his daater in the bow! It iss my belief there will be rechoicing in the Dogrib camp this night though wi' such a band o' Eskimos there will be no small risk o' fechtin' also!"
I'll hev some scones in t'oven in naw time, an' theer's finger biscuits, an' wi' buttered toast an' sum o' t' best jams, if they don't hev enuf to eat they ought to. Then, dropping her voice, she asked with a hurried change of tone, 'Did ye ask un' hoo his daater is? Mrs. Thornburgh started. Her pastoral conscience was smitten. She opened the gate and waved violently after the cart.
Dixon drew Felicia toward him, and into the kitchen, as he retreated thither. Then she shut and bolted the door. "This is t' yoong lady!" she said in a breathless whisper to her husband. "Muster-Melrose's däater! She's coom fra Duddon. An' she's fer seein' her feyther." Old Dixon had grown very pale. But otherwise he showed no surprise. He looked frowning at Felicia.
Felicia stepped within. "I am Miss Melrose," she said, with composure, "Felicia Melrose. You knew me when I was a child. And I wish to see my father." Mrs. Dixon's face seemed to have fallen into chaos under the shock. She stood staring at the visitor, her mouth working. "Muster Melrose's däater!" she said, at last. "T' baby as was! Aye yo' feature him!
I'll hev some scones in t'oven in naw time, an' theer's finger biscuits, an' wi' buttered toast an' sum o' t'best jams, if they don't hev enuf to eat they ought to. Then, dropping her voice, she asked with a hurried change of tone, 'Did ye ask un' hoo his daater is? Mrs. Thornburgh started. Her pastoral conscience was smitten. She opened the gate and waved violently after the cart.
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