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"Maggie-Ann," she said, stopping her, "where have you been this morning?" "Up to Braelands." "And what did you see or hear tell of?" "I saw nothing; but I heard more than I liked to hear." "About Mistress Braelands? You know, Maggie-Ann, that she is my own flesh and blood, and I be to feel her wrongs my wrongs."
Thus it happened that on that bleak night in February, Archie Braelands and his wife came suddenly to their home amid the stormy winds and rains of a stormy night. Madame heard the wheels of their carriage as she sat sipping her negus, and thinking over her conversation with Allister and her alert soul instantly divined who the late comers were.
Do you mind on the road a real grand house, fine and old, with a beautiful garden and peacocks in it trailing their long feathers over the grass and gravel?" "You will be meaning Braelands? Folks could not miss the place, even if they tried to." "Well then, did you ever notice a young man around?
"She is a foolish woman to let him go away with her enemy, and such a clever enemy as Madame Braelands is. I think, Mother, you ought to call on Sophy, and give her a word of love and a bit of good advice. Her mother was very close to you." "I know, Christina; but Isobel was right about the folly of coming between a man and his wife. I would just get the wyte of it.
She affected to her friend a total indifference to the subject of her son's amusements, and she said "she was moreover sure that Archibald Braelands would never do anything to prejudice his own honour, or the honour of the humblest fisher-girl in Fifeshire."
Also, her caution was at once aroused, and she answered the question, Scotch-wise, by another question: "What for are you requiring to see Sophy, Madame?" "Is she in the house?" "Shall I go and see?" "Go and see, indeed! You know well she is not. You know she is away somewhere, walking or driving with my son with the heir of Braelands. Oh, I have heard all about their shameful carryings-on."
Honestly, as a gentleman, he was sorry the quarrel had taken place; as a lover, he was anxious to turn it to his own advantage. For he saw that, in spite of all her coldness and apparent apathy, Sophy was affected and wounded by Andrew's bitter imploration and its wretched and sorrowful ending. If the man should gain her ear and sympathy, Braelands feared for the result.
"Well, Janet, you need not show your temper. Goodness knows, it is as short as a cat's hair. And Braelands is beyond your tongue, anyhow." "I'm not giving him a word. Sophy will pay every debt he is owing me and mine. The lassie has been badly guided all her life, and as she would not be ruled by the rudder, she must be ruled by the rocks." "Think shame of yourself!
He might have found me even in that awful hospital! He ought to have done so, and taken me away and nursed me himself! If he had loved me! If he had loved me, he would have done these things!". Despair chilled her very blood. She had a thought of going to Braelands, even if she died on its threshold; and then suddenly she remembered Janet Binnie.
Andrew sat passive under her sympathy until she asked, "Did Braelands say anything when he struck you? Had he no word of excuse?" "He said: 'It is your own fault, fisherman. The lash was meant for the horse, and not for you." "Well?" "And I was in a passion; and I shouted some words I should not have said words I never said in my life before. I didn't think the like of them were in my heart."
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