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"Now, Mother," interrupted Henry Gregg, "the lady can't be interested in your club." "Oh, but I am!" exclaimed Mary Gowd very vivaciously. "Enormously!" Henry Gregg eyed her through his cigar smoke with suddenly narrowed lids. "M-m-m! Well, let's get to the point anyway. I know Tweetie here is dying to see St. Peter's, and all that."
"And you shall learn my gay goss-hawk Right well to breast a steed; And so will I your turtle dow, As well to write and read. And ye shall learn my gay goss-hawk To wield both bow and brand; And so will I your turtle dow, To lay gowd with her hand. hath been well trained, and will soar high; but those who bred him will have cause to fear as well as to wonder at his flight.
'He is either himsel' a devil frae hell, Or else his mother a witch maun be; I wadna' have ridden that wan water For a' the gowd in Christentie." At a place called "Dick's Tree," not far from Longtown, there still stands the "smiddy" where lived the blacksmith who had the honour of knocking off Kinmont Willie's fetters.
And little Tweetie Gregg had not lowered her voice or her laugh when she spoke that afternoon of Mary Gowd's absurd English fringe and her red wrists above her too-short gloves. "How much?" asked Mary Gowd. He named a figure. She laughed. "More much more!" He named another figure; then another. "You will put it down on paper," said Mary Gowd, "and sign your name to-morrow."
He drew out another drawer "A' gowd, Jeanie, and there's bands for siller lent And the rental book, Jeanie clear three hunder sterling deil a wadset, heritable band, or burden Ye haena lookit at them, woman And then my mother's wardrobe, and my grandmother's forby silk gowns wad stand on their ends, their pearline-lace as fine as spiders' webs, and rings and ear-rings to the boot of a' that they are a' in the chamber of deas Oh, Jeanie, gang up the stair and look at them!"
"Oh, Miss Gowd," pouted Tweetie, "it's too bad you haven't a telephone. You see, we shan't need you to-day." "No?" said Miss Gowd, and glanced at Blue Cape. "No; Signor Caldini says it's much too perfect a day to go poking about among old ruins and things." Henry D. Gregg cleared his throat and took up the explanation.
"The suitors had na your wit, my manny, or maybe they had na a penny to toss, sae ane chused the gowd, ane the siller; but they got an awfu' affront. The gold kist had just a skull intil't, and the siller a deed cuddy's head!" Chorus of Females. "He! he! he!" Ditto of Males. "Haw! haw! haw! haw! Ho!" Christie. "An' Porsha puttit the pair of gowks to the door.
"Eh, sirs! but that's awfu'!" repeated the dame, unable to overget her astonishment. "She has money enough to pay for all that she requires and to reward those who are kind to her besides," continued Mrs. MacDonald. "Nae doobt! nae doobt! bags o' gowd and siller! bags o' gowd and siller! What a puir, auld, doitted, fule bodie I was, to be sure," said the dame, in a tone of regret.
In the carriages they were seated as before. The horses started up, with the smaller cab but a dozen paces behind. Mary Gowd leaned forward. She began to speak her voice very low, her accent clearly English, her brevity wonderfully American. "Listen to me!" she said. "You must leave Rome to-night!" "Leave Rome to-night!" echoed the Greggs as though rehearsing a duet. "Be quiet!
"If that's the local belief, I wonder anybody went down into the pit to recover Mr. Glenthorpe's body." "Nobody wouldn't 'a' gone down but Herward. I wouldn't 'a' gone down for untowd gowd, but Herward comes from th' Broads, and don't know nartin' about this part of the ma'shes. Besides, he ain't no Christian, down't care for no ghosts nor sperrits. I've often heerd un say so."
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