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James, and failed to observe that in the distance all Miss Barribel MacDonald's missing young men were assembling, as if to the call of the blood the soldier from Carlisle, who had collected a friend, and the American contingent of four. "My own castle?" Barrie repeated. "You know what I mean. It would be yours if you'd been a boy. As you aren't " "It's yours!" laughed she.
He came forward, covered with dust from head to foot, as if he had been driving far and fast. "Barribel MacDonald is already my wife," he said. He took my hand away from Basil, who was so astounded that for an instant he did not resist. But in another second a flood of rage seemed to sweep over him, giving him strength and presence of mind.
"I want first to see her, for I know she must be a darling and perfectly lovely; and then I want to say, 'Mother, here's your daughter Barribel, that you named yourself, come to love you and live with you always." "Er yes. It sounds charming," replied the man, gazing at a large advertisement of a new food with quite an odd look in his eyes.
"That is no excuse," said Mrs. MacDonald. "There are some things it is a sin to forget. Locking the garret door is one, you well know why. Now the mischief is done." "Who'd ha' dreamed, ma'am, that Miss Barribel would ha' bin on the watch like a cat for a mouse " "It's no question of dreaming, but experience.
Muir had forgotten her burning wish and intention to scold Miss Barribel; nevertheless, the housekeeper was not to be trusted as an ally. Under the lash of Mrs. MacDonald's tongue she would defend herself, and Barrie would go to the wall.
"I never had but one doll the porcelain-headed darling father gave me. Grandma let me keep it because it came from him, and I did love it dearly! I do still. I learned just how to be a mother, playing with it. I know I shall be a perfectly sweet mother when I have a child." "Barribel, you should not say such things. It is most unmaidenly." "I don't see why," Barrie argued.
Barrie's was a most disquieting suggestion, and sounded as if she had a presentiment that she was about to die or, at the best, be very ill. Still, there was no real impropriety in an ex-governess kissing her late pupil; and possibly the desire revealed a spirit of repentance and meekness on the part of Barribel, which deserved to be encouraged.
It will be some time before I get that letter." "I thank you for the compliment." "It was not one." "You're not to blame if I choose to take it as such." "I am not to blame in any way in this matter." "There I'm no judge. It's my own actions I must look after." And again he smiled. "I advise you to be careful, sir, between Barbara Ballantree and Barribel MacDonald. I wish you joy of them both."
That's a pretty name," he said, shaking hands with Barrie, his eyes on her face. "Miss Barribel Ballantree, I suppose." "You may suppose so!" returned Mrs. Bal, laughing. "I saw this young lady sitting out in front," he went on, instead of congratulating the actress at once on the success of the first act, which had "gone" splendidly with the large audience.
At that time, just as the hour was announced by an old friend, the grandfather clock on the landing, who had seen the girl go into the garret, Miss Janet Hepburn knocked at Barrie's door. "Barribel," she called, as always pronouncing the fanciful name with a certain reluctance, partly on principle, partly because it was known to have been chosen by "that woman."
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