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MacOmish hed the face tae peety him wi' naebody but a hoosekeeper. He lat oot tae me though that the potatoes were as hard as a stone at denner, an' that he hed juist ae blanket on his bed, which wesna great management for four weemen." As Carmichael's aunt seemed to be more and more impressed, Margaret moistened her lips and rose higher.
It's Gibbie 'at has to forgie 'im an' syne me. But my man tellt me no to lat him up, an' hoo am I to be a wife sic as ye wad hae, O Lord, gien I dinna dee as my man tellt me! It wad ill befit me to lat my auld Robert gang sae far wantin' his denner, a' for naething. What wad he think whan he cam hame!
An' fowk maun ait an' live nane the less 'at the maitter they come upo' be deith; an' sae the nicht afore the yerdin', their denner the neist day whan they cam back frae the grave, had to be foreordeent. "It was i' the spring-time o' the year, unco late i' thae pairts.
Denner went into his library, and after stumbling about to light his lamp, and stirring his fire to have a semblance, at least, of cheer, he sat down and meditated further on this subject of Miss Deborah's housekeeping. It was a dreary room, with lofty ceilings and few and narrow windows.
"Denner," said his friend, "there are circumstances where a dinner of herbs is more to be desired than a stalled ox, you will remember." "That is just how I feel," said the other eagerly, and too much interested in his own anxieties to see Mr. Dale's point. "Mary is not altogether amiable." Again Mr. Dale was silent.
Dale's interest with his own anxiety, and looked wistfully at the older man, who seemed sunk in thought and quite forgetful of his presence. Mr. Denner put one hand to his lips and gave a little cough. Then he said: "One would think there would be a rule about such things, some acknowledged method; a proverb, for instance; it would simplify matters very much." "True," said Mr. Dale. "Yes," Mr.
Gifford had gone to help Mary bring a bed down-stairs, for the slightest movement caused Mr. Denner pain, and they dared not lift him, even to take him up to his bedroom. "What is the matter?" Mr. Denner tried to say. "I seem to be giving trouble. Ah pray do not mind me, doctor."
"I will make some whips for William Denner," she said promptly, as Miss Ruth finished, "and we will take them to him this afternoon." "Well, but, sister," said Miss Ruth, hesitating, "do you think we'd better? Ought not we to let Giff take them?" "Why?" asked Miss Deborah. "He is able to see us, isn't he?"
Denner, at sixty-two, did not realize that he had ceased to be, as he would have expressed it, "a gentleman in middle life." He had no landmarks of great emotions to show him how far the sleepy years had carried him from his youth; and life in Ashurst was very placid. There were no cases to try; property rarely went out of families which had held it when Mr.
But it seemed as though he was not quite frank, Gifford; as though, in fact, he evaded. I did not press it, fearing to embarrass him, but I think he evaded." Gifford also evaded. "He did not say anything which seemed evasive to me, Mr. Denner. He was busy charging me to remember your medicines, and he stopped to say a word about your bravery, too." Mr.
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