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Ginevra sat down, and Donal, feeling very large and clumsy, and wanting to "be naught a while," looked about him for a chair, and then first espying Mrs. Sclater, went up to her with the same rolling, clamping stride, but without embarrassment, and said, holding out his hand, "Hoo are ye the nicht, mem? I sawna yer bonnie face whan I cam in.
"It's because well, you didn't introduce me, they must have thought it queer." "Oh, hang it all, dear," he remonstrated, "I could not pass you off as my wife or sister, they would know it was not true. What do you want to know them for anyhow? Sclater works at the office with me and the other man is a pal of his, I have never met him before."
"Come in," he said, in a loud authoritative tone, probably taking the boy's appearance for the effect of repentance and a desire to return to his own bed. Gibbie lifted his cap, and walked quietly on towards the other end of Daur-street. Donal dared not follow, for Mr. Sclater stood between, looking out. Presently however the door shut with a great bang, and Donal was after Gibbie like a hound.
Torrie?" asked Gibbie, rising too, and working his telegraph with greater rapidity than before. "By and by," answered Mr. Sclater, and walked towards the door. But Gibbie got between him and it. "Will you go with me to Mr. Torrie to-day?" he asked. The minister shook his head. Gibbie withdrew, seeming a little disappointed. Mr. Sclater left the room.
Sclater to Gibbie, asking him and Donal to spend the evening of Tuesday with her. Donal threw everything aside, careless of possible disgrace in the class the next morning, and, trembling with hope, accompanied Gibbie: she would be there surely!
"You have a poor opinion of the stability of our brains, Mr. Duff," said Mrs. Sclater. "I was only judging by myself," he replied, a little put out. "I can't say I understood our friend here. Did you?" "Perfectly," answered Mrs. Sclater. At that moment came a thunderous wave with a great bowff into the hollow at the end of the gully on whose edge they stood.
Torrie saw that, if he did not make things plain, or gave the least cause for doubt, the youth would most likely apply elsewhere for advice, and therefore took trouble to set the various points, both as to the property and the proceedings necessary, before him in the clearest manner. "Thank you," said Gibbie, through Mr. Sclater.
Sclater had a talk with him concerning his whim of waiting at table, telling him he must not do so again; it was not the custom for gentlemen to do the things that servants were paid to do; it was not fair to the servants, and so on happening to end with an utterance of mild wonder at his fancy for such a peculiarity.
Gibbie jumped from his seat on the counter, and, with a smile of playful roguery, offered it to her; a vivid blush overspread Mysie's fair countenance. "I thought you had gone to see Donal," said Mrs. Sclater, in the tone of one deceived, and took no notice of the girl.
They crossed the bridge, high-hung over the Daur, by which on that black morning Gibbie fled; and here for the first time, with his three friends about him, he told on his fingers the dire deed of the night, and heard from Mrs. Sclater that the murderers had been hanged.
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