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"Weel, Rat," replied Sharpitlaw, "since ye are nice, I'll speak to the hussy mysell." Sharpitlaw, accordingly, caused himself to be introduced into the little dark apartment tenanted by the unfortunate Effie Deans. The poor girl was seated on her little flock-bed, plunged in a deep reverie.
This is Thursday night, and I can stay till Monday morning three whole days." Christie gave a sigh, and smiled. "Come," said Effie; "I'll help you. I was waiting till you came from the pasture. I didna see you come." "No; I didna go in." It seemed to Christie that a very heavy burden had been lifted from her heart. She smiled without the sigh, as soon as she met her sister's grave look.
the Duke explained the singular law under which Effie Deans had received sentence of death, and detailed the affectionate exertions which Jeanie had made in behalf of a sister, for whose sake she was willing to sacrifice all but truth and conscience.
I was never spoken to in this strain before." "Well, you see, it is a matter of life and death," said Effie. "I can't mince words when life and death hang in the balance." "You're a queer girl a queer girl; I don't know what to make of you. 'Pon my word, I'm sorry for that mother of yours poor soul, poor soul! It's a pity she didn't bring up her son as conscientiously as she did her daughter.
Butler too well, and were too much indebted to her for their hours of happiness, to withstand any request which she made with earnestness, and as a gratification to herself. But from some feeling, I know not of what kind, the child was never distinguished by the name of Effie, but by the abbreviation of Femie, which in Scotland is equally commonly applied to persons called Euphemia.
But 't will not need the altering of a hair for you, Mary, and you shall take it." "I think I see myself," said Mary Strathsay, "wearing the dress Margray married Graeme in!" For Margray had gone out to my mother in her turn. "Then it's yours, Effie. I'll none of it!"
"So that it couldna be to please her," thought Christie. "What if God should hear my prayer, after all?" The thought was quite as startling as it was pleasant. Then she wondered if Effie had brought the book. She did not like to ask her.
Dan's face, when he said good-bye; his hurt, unhappy eyes; the little dark, furry moustache trying to come. Tibby's eyes. Dank wanted to marry Effie. Mark was the only one who got what he wanted. Better not think of Dank. She looked shyly at her companions.
Effie summoned me for a serious talk concerning the significance of our present visit; not of the wilderness dangers to which we might be exposed, but of its social aspects, which seemed to be of prime importance.
He was looking through the door. "Here's the answer." A telegraph messenger appeared. Astounding man! He read the telegram. "Yes, that's all right. He'll be here by the eleven train at Tidborough. I'll take Miss Bright now." Effie appeared. Sabre had the feeling that if he opened the next thought in his mind, an undertaker would rise out of the ground with a coffin.
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