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Jist gang ye intil the closet there, gien ye wull, and ye'll see what'll maybe saften yer hert a bit, and lat ye unerstan' what mak o' a thing's come to the twa auld fowk ye never cared muckle aboot!" James felt bitterly aggrieved by this personal remark of his mother. How unfair she was! What had he ever done to offend her?
"Lord," he said, "though naething a man can tak in his han's can ever be his ain, no bein' o' his nature, that is, made i' thy image, yet, O Lord, the thing 'at's thine, made by thee efter thy holy wull an' pleesur, man may touch an' no be defiled.
Then he set the wee Highlander up on an altar-topped shaft just above the level of the human eye. Indifferent at the moment as to what was done to him, Bobby continued to gaze up and out, wistfully and patiently, upon this masterless world. As plainly as a little dog could speak, Bobby said: "I hae bided lang an' lanely. Hoo lang hae I still to bide? An' syne, wull I be gangin' to Auld Jock?"
Wull he do that, who's been out there, facin' death, clear eyed, hearing the whistle o' shell o'er his head, seeing his friends dee before his een? I hault nothing against the man who's a clerk or a man in a linen draper's shop. It's usefu', honest work they do.
An' the Widow Maloney she 'tended 'im like a mither, she did." "Did you find out where he came from?" "Wull, he said little aboot 'imsel' at the first, he was a bit afraid to talk wi' strangers, but he tellit, later on, that he cam' fra Philadelphy. He tellit me, in fact," said Billy, in a burst of confidence, "that 'e rin awa' fra th'auld mon, Simon Craft, him that's a-settin' yonner.
And in the relief of the moment, the blood swept back into her face. There was not to be peace yet, however. The blush was still hot upon her cheeks, when she caught the patter of soft steps in the passage without. A dark muzzle flecked with gray pushed in at the crack of the door; two anxious gray eyes followed. Before she could wave him back, Red Wull had marked the intruder.
Alone with the darkness, he allowed himself the rare relief of tears; and at length fell asleep. He awoke to find his father standing at his bedside. The little man held a feeble dip-candle in his hand, which lit his sallow face in crude black and white. In the doorway, dimly outlined, was the great figure of Red Wull. "Whaur ha' ye been the day?" the little man asked.
They could no longer ignore it. "Wull yo look at 'Im, doctor?" "Better not ." Rowcliffe would have laid his hand on the young man's arm, muttering a refusal, but Greatorex had moved to the bed and drawn back the sheet. What Gwenda Cartaret had seen was revealed.
Immediately he was on his feet and standing like a soldier at attention. "Ay, A wull," he whispered eagerly. "Tell me what tae do?" "First of all," said Adrien, "we must have something to eat." A shudder passed through him. "Eat?" he said, as if he had never heard the word. "Yes," said Adrien. "Remember, you promised." "Ay. A'll eat."
They're telling me that women wull ne'er be the same again; that the war has changed them for good or for bad! and that they'll stay the way the war has made them. Weel, noo, let's be talking that over, and thinking about it a wee bit. It's true that with the war taking the men richt and left, women were called on to do new things; things they'd ne'er thought about before 1914.
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