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"It was that way she looked, sir, when she came to you that night last July with her eyes all shining," he whispered. A tender smile curved Bertram's lips. The frown vanished from his face. "Bless you, Pete and bless her, too!" he whispered back. The next moment he had hurried after his wife.
The moonlight shining upon his face showed it haggard, unkempt, and unshorn. Plainly he had been several days in hiding; and by the gauntness of his figure, and the wolfish gleam in his eye as it roved quickly round the apartment, as if in search of food, it was plain that he was suffering keenly from hunger, too. Bertram's decision was quickly taken.
Bertram's ambition; not that he liked either the trouble or the responsibility of the office, but he thought it was a dignity to which he was well entitled, and that it had been withheld from him by malice prepense. But there is an old and true Scotch proverb, 'Fools should not have chapping sticks'; that is, weapons of offence. Mr.
I would have taught him in three weeks a firm, current, clear, and legible hand; he should have been a calligrapher, but God's will be done. The letter contained but a few lines, deeply regretting and murmuring against Miss Bertram's cruelty, who not only refused to see him, but to permit him in the most indirect manner to hear of her health and contribute to her service.
'What is this for, Dominie? said Mac-Morlan. 'First to indemnify you of your charges in my behalf, worthy sir; and the balance for the use of Miss Lucy Bertram. 'But, Mr. Sampson, your labour in the office much more than recompenses me; I am your debtor, my good friend. 'Then be it all, said the Dominie, waving his hand, 'for Miss Lucy Bertram's behoof. 'Well, but, Dominie, this money-'
Now a terrible task was laid upon her, and she went straight to the point. Mrs. Bertram said: "You look tired, my dear future daughter." Beatrice made no reply to this. She did not answer Mrs. Bertram's lips, but responding to the hunger in her eyes, said: "I have got something to tell you." Then Mrs. Bertram dropped her mask. "I feared something was wrong. I guessed it from Loftie's manner.
But there had been no news of Gaga, or from him: not even a message through Miss Summers. Miss Summers grew more and more fidgetty and anxious as the hours went by. "I do hope nothing's happened," she clucked. "So funny not having heard. I wonder if I ought to telephone to ask. Perhaps Mr. Bertram's ill. Did you see him last night? D'you think I ought to ring up? I'm so worried.
During this discourse the carriage rolled rapidly towards Woodbourne without anything occurring worthy of the reader's notice, excepting their meeting with young Hazlewood, to whom the Colonel told the extraordinary history of Bertram's reappearance, which he heard with high delight, and then rode on before to pay Miss Bertram his compliments on an event so happy and so unexpected.
'Hae ye been in Dumfries and Galloway? said the old dame who sate smoking by the fireside, and who had not yet spoken a word. 'Troth have I, gudewife, and a weary round I've had o't. 'Then ye'll maybe ken a place they ca' Ellangowan? 'Ellangowan, that was Mr. Bertram's? I ken the place weel eneugh. The Laird died about a fortnight since, as I heard.
One would almost presume that the term had its origin in the effect which such settlements usually produce upon the kinsmen of those by whom they are executed. Heavy at least was the mortification which befell the audience who, in the late Mrs. Margaret Bertram's parlour, had listened to this unexpected destination of the lands of Singleside.
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