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She turned her head away and was glad to wave her hand to a well known face that was passing, an acquaintance of old times, who was greatly elated to find that Lady Randolph in her grandeur still remembered her. Jock looked on upon all this with a partial comprehension, mingled with disapproval. He did not quite understand what she meant, but he disapproved of her for meaning it all the same.
There was a hysterical breath of relief from the crowd of lodgers and tenants when the little pile of coins was found on the Bible. There had been no foul play. Auld Jock had died of heart failure, from pneumonia and worn-out old age. "There's eneugh," a Burgh policeman said when the money was counted. He meant much the same thing Auld Jock himself had meant.
There was no telling how long Jock might have gone on on this subject. But just at this moment a quick step came round the corner of a clump of wood, and a hand was laid on the shoulder of each. "What are you plotting about?" asked the voice of Sir Tom in their ears.
And when I tell you that it does matter to me oh much, very much!" she cried. "When you are beautiful, everything is before you you marry, you have whatever you wish, you become a great lady; only to be pretty that does nothing for you. Ugly, however," said the girl reflectively; "if I am ugly, then there is some hope." "I did not say that," cried Jock, shocked at the suggestion.
It had the effect, however, of making everybody aware that the Contessa intended to make, on Thursday, some revelation or other, an intimation which moved Jock and his tutor as much or even more than it moved the others. Mr. Derwentwater even made advances to Montjoie, whom he had steadily ignored, in order to ascertain what it was.
'What ladies? and what did he ask about them, Jock? said the interrogator. 'What leddies? Ou, it was Miss Jowlia Mannering and Miss Lucy Bertram, that ye ken fu' weel yoursell, Mr. Glossin; they were walking wi' the young Laird of Hazlewood upon the ice. 'And what did you tell him about them? demanded Glossin.
Oh, worse and worse! to make all public; and if once we go to law, there's an end of love for ever. O'BLANEY'S House. O'BLANEY and CATTY ROONEY. Catty. And didn't ye hear it, counshillor? the uproar in the town and the riot? oh! you'd think the world was throwing out at windows. See my jock, all tattered! Didn't ye hear! O'Bla.
Luckily the window was raised a good height from the ground; and Jock was obliged to content himself with putting his paws on the window-seat and barking still more fiercely at the figures without.
Frisbie, they say, is jugged up in jail, and there's better men sometimes hung than that Jock Fairbanks. I guess some o' the gals are kindy sorry they sot their caps for 'em! The Faddle gals, I guess, would give all their old shews, if they'd a' kep away from the whelps.
Jock obeyed, feeling somewhat "shut up," as he called it, in a sort of blank of confused discomfiture. Sir Tom had the best of it, by whatever means he attained that end.
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