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Updated: May 10, 2025
While these clouds of sorrow were slowly gathering in the splendid house of Braelands, there was a full tide of grief and anxiety in the humble cottage of the Binnies. The agony of terror which had changed Janet Binnie's countenance, and sent Christina flying up the cliff for help, was well warranted by Andrew's condition.
And if she had been near enough, she would have heard him muttering angrily: "I'm not caring! I'm not caring! The moral pride of they Binnies is ridic'lus! One would require to be a very saint to come within sight of them." Such a wretched ending to an evening that had begun with so much hope and love!
It was the Sabbath night, and a great peace was over the village. The men sat at their doors talking in monosyllables to their wives and mates; the children were asleep; and the full ocean breaking and tinkling upon the shingly coast. They had been at kirk together in the afternoon, and Jamie had taken tea with the Binnies after the service.
And though Miss Kilgour did not encourage this phase of gossip, yet the woman would persist in describing his sufferings, and the poverty that had come to the Binnies with the loss of their only bread-winner, and the doctors to pay, and the medicine folks said they had not the money to buy, and much more of the same sort, which Sophy heard every word of, knowing also that Helen Marr must have seen her carriage at the door, and so, knowing of her presence, had determined that she should hear it.
"Mind this, Sabrina, I have told you all to my heart's keel; and if folks are saying to you that Jamie has given Christina the slip, or that the Binnies are scrimpit for poverty's sake, or the like of any other ill-natured thing, you will be knowing how to answer them." "'Deed, I will! And I am real glad things are so well with you all, Janet."
She's our betters now, and we be to take notice of the fact" "She'll have to learn and unlearn a good lot before she is to be spoke of as any one's 'betters. I hope while she is seeing the world she will get her eyes opened to her own faults; they will give her plenty to think of." "Keep me, woman! Such a way to go on about your own kin." "She is no kin to the Binnies.
From this bold yeoman the Binnies of West Lothian are proud to trace their descent; and most, if not all of them, bear in their arms something connected with the wagon, which was the instrument of his stratagem. When times of comparative peace returned, Linlithgow again became the occasional residence of the sovereign.
It had been the home of many generations of Binnies, and the very old, and the very young, had usually shared its comforts together; but at the time of my story, there remained of the family only the widow of the last proprietor, her son Andrew, and her daughter Christina. Christina was twenty years old, and still unmarried, a strange thing in Pittendurie, where early marriages are the rule.
She was so cold about it, that Isobel quickly discovered she had 'work to finish at her own house, for she recollected that if the Binnies were not inclined to talk over the affair there were plenty of wives and maids in Pittendurie who were eager to do so.
None of the Binnies were ever married, but by word of the kirk, and none of them shall be, if I can help it. Licence indeed! Buying the right to marry for a few shillings, and the next thing will be a few more shillings for the right to un-marry. I'll not hear tell of such a way." "But, Mother, if Andrew does not get Sophy at once, he may lose her altogether." "Humph! No great loss."
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