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Even the stony Bethiah was how shall I say? dazzled, but scandalised, by my appearance; and while, of course, she deplored the vanity that led to it, she could not wholly prevent herself from admiring the result. "Ay, Mr. Ducie, this is a poor employment for a way-faring Christian man!" she said.
Gray were long, Mr. But I braced myself for my life, kept up Rowley with the end of a pin, and came through it awake, but no more. Bethiah was quite conquered by this 'mark of grace, though, I am afraid, she was also moved by more worldly considerations.
I defy you to see or think of them and not smile with an infinite and intimate, but quite impersonal, pleasure. Well, either I know nothing of women, or that was the case with Bethiah McRankine.
Anne, but you do look prime! Even the stony Bethiah was how shall I say? dazzled, but scandalised, by my appearance; and while, of course, she deplored the vanity that led to it, she could not wholly prevent herself from admiring the result. 'Ay, Mr. Ducie, this is a poor employment for a wayfaring Christian man! she said.
The country was the very place for me: and walking is an excellent sedative for the nerves. Remembering poor Rowley, feigning a cold in our lodgings and immediately under the guns of the formidable and now doubtful Bethiah, I asked if I might bring my servant. 'Poor devil! it is dull for him, I explained. 'The merciful man is merciful to his ass, observed my sententious friend.
Cousin Bethiah Newell always said that this picture was Jean's masterpiece, and she got the inspiration for it on this day. Kit sat very erect at her end of the pew, but even she, who prided herself on being unemotional, had tears on her lashes listening to these dear old-time scholars reciting the poetry out of their old fourth and fifth readers.
Gray were long, Mr. But I braced myself for my life, kept up Rowley with the end of a pin, and came through it awake, but no more. Bethiah was quite conquered by this "mark of grace," though, I am afraid, she was also moved by more worldly considerations.
It led somehow to my lodgings, and my feet touched earth when the door was opened to me by Bethiah McRankine. "But where is Rowley?" I asked a moment later, looking round my sitting-room. Mrs. McRankine smiled sardonically. "Him? He came back rolling his eyes so that I guessed him to be troubled in the wind. And he's in bed this hour past with a spoonful of peppermint in his little wame."
She admitted she had rooms to let even showed them to us a sitting-room and bedroom in a suite, commanding a fine prospect to the Firth and Fifeshire, and in themselves well proportioned and comfortably furnished, with pictures on the wall, shells on the mantelpiece, and several books upon the table, which I found afterwards to be all of a devotional character, and all presentation copies, "to my Christian friend," or "to my devout acquaintance in the Lord, Bethiah McRankine."
The country was the very place for me: and walking is an excellent sedative for the nerves. Remembering poor Rowley, feigning a cold in our lodgings and immediately under the guns of the formidable and now doubtful Bethiah, I asked if I might bring my servant. "Poor devil! it is dull for him," I explained. "The merciful man is merciful to his ass," observed my sententious friend.
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