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While it may be gathered from this that the youngest Miss Piper was impervious to general masculine advances, it was not until later that Red Gulch was thrown into skeptical astonishment by the rumors that all this time she really had a lover! Allusion has been made to the charge that her deafness did not prevent her from perfectly understanding the ordinary tone of voice of a certain Mr.
"Now, her name?" "She is the daughter of a blind piper, who haunts the cathedral," replied Parravicin, "and her name is Nizza Macascree. Is it not charming? But you shall see her." "We must not go too far from the door of Saint Faith's," rejoined Rochester. "Can you not contrive to bring her hither?" "That is more easily said than done," replied Parravicin. "She is as coy as the grocer's daughter.
"A man-o'-war, by the Lord Harry!" he exclaimed. "Yes; there are her upper signal-yards, and her fighting-tops below them, clear enough. By the piper, this is growing interesting indeed. Now, who and what is she? and why is she chasing a British liner? for she is chasing her, beyond a doubt!"
These drank the bailiff's best port and champagne, and had nothing better than a frown or haughty look for us, when we passed them at the landing. Whence the piper was paid I knew not, and the bailiff cared not.
Such spirit did my native pipes, played by a clansman, put in me that my weariness much abated, and we made great progress down the glen, so that before the tune had ceased we were on the back of Montrose's men as they crept on quietly in the night. The piper stopped suddenly enough when some shots rang out, an exchange of compliments between our pickets ahead and some wandering scouts of Argile.
Opening it, they beheld the piper seated beneath a little porch covered with eglantine and roses. He was playing a few notes on his pipe, but stopped on hearing their approach. Bell, who had been put to the ground by Nizza, ran barking gleefully towards him. Uttering a joyful exclamation, the piper stretched out his arms, and the next moment enfolded his daughter in a strict embrace.
Before the fishing season was over, the piper had been twenty times on the verge of disclosing every secret in his life to the high born maiden. "It's a pity you haven't a wife to take care of you, Mr MacPhail," she said one evening. "You must be so lonely without a woman to look after you!" A dark cloud came over Duncan's face, out of which his sightless eyes gleamed.
"She died about a fortnight ago of the plague," he said, "and is buried where she desired to be, beneath an old apple-tree in her garden." "Alas!" exclaimed Leonard, brushing away a tear, "her own foreboding is too truly realised." "I am about to visit the old piper," observed Thirlby to the apprentice. "Will you go with me?"
The neighborhood sizzled with excitement for the street and sidewalks were covered with children dragging sleds. “It’s like the ‘Pied Piper’, Rosie,” Maida said joyfully, “children everywhere and all going in the same direction.” They followed the procession up Warrington Street to where Halliwell Street sloped down the hill.
"I might manage it," he said, "if I could keep to the main road. I have travelled it once and I think I should not miss it even at night, but how am I to get along lanes and across fields which I have never seen without losing myself?" "Ah," said Hope, "that is a difficulty, and yet there is a way out of it. Phelim, the blind piper, is with us here.
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