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Her sympathy was as heart-felt as I expected, her surprise less. She never could believe that man my father. Mr. Brahan always said he was an impostor, only he had no means to prove it. "How beautiful!" she said, her eyes glistening with sympathetic emotion, "that he should find you here, in his own wedded home, the place of your birth, the spot sanctified by the holiest memories of love.
Mary, daughter of Francis, Lord Seaforth, was born in Ross-shire in 1784, married, at Barbadoes in 1804, Sir Samuel Hood, and left a widow in 1814. She married again, in 1817, Mr. J.A. Stewart, who assumed the name of Mackenzie. Mrs. Stewart Mackenzie died at Brahan Castle in 1862; her funeral was one of the largest ever witnessed in the North.
To Novar and Ardross, where good shooting. Then to Uppat, boating and fishing with the Duke of Sutherland, George Loch, and Forsyth. We went from Uppat to Brahan; then to Dunnichen and Springfield, a place near Roslyn the Dempsters had taken. Then to Abington and home. From M. Guizot Val Richer, 15 Aout. My dear Sir, Sir Alexander Gordon m'avait annonce la perte que nous venons de faire.
As I stood gazing upon it with mingled grief and adoration, Mrs. Brahan encircled me with her arm, and told me she understood now the history of that picture, and the mystery of its wonderful resemblance to me. I had not seen her since the notoriety my name had acquired, in consequence of the diamonds and my father's arrest; and she knew me now as the daughter of that unhappy man.
Brahan remained with him below, she came to my chamber, and welcomed me with a warmth and tenderness that melted, while it cheered. "You must not stay here one hour longer," said she, pressing one hand in hers, while she laid the other caressingly on my short, curling hair. "You must go with me, and feel as much at home as with your own Mrs. Linwood.
I pass a great many lonely hours, while my husband is absent engaged in business; and it will be a personal favor to me. Indeed, you must not refuse." I said something about leaving my brother, while I expressed my gratitude for her kindness. "Mr. Brahan will arrange that," she said; "you may be assured he shall be cared for.
After supper they were brought into the parlor to be companions of their father one hour, which he devoted exclusively to their instruction and recreation; but after dinner Mrs. Brahan took the place of the nurse, or rather governess, and I felt it a privilege to be with her, it made me feel so entirely at home, and the presence of childhood freshened and enlivened the spirits.
When in his twelfth year, his father, who had been brought up to farm-work, and possessed considerable practical knowledge of agriculture, was offered the charge of a farm at Moy in Ross-shire, belonging to Lord Seaforth of Brahan Castle. The farm was of about 300 acres, situated on the banks of the river Conan, some five miles from the town of Dingwall.
I would give worlds to believe your assertion, but the curse clings to me. He is, he must be my father." "Mr. Brahan, who knew your father personally, and who is deeply interested in the disclosures recently made, has visited him also.
"Your hair was very beautiful, but I can scarcely regret its loss." "I may look more juvenile, I believe I do, for every one tells me so; but the youth and bloom of my heart are gone for ever." "For ever from the lips of the young, and from those more advanced in life, mean very different things," answered Mrs. Brahan.
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