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"I am not fit to stand in the same park with my cousin, and I will have told him that," for his mother would aye be warning Bryde never to lay hands on Dol Beag all his days. There was a long time that Bryde was lame and weak, for he had lost much blood, but his strength came back to him, and it is droll to think that he had grown in his bed.
But he had an answer for her. "What tails will Bryde be hanging at, my lass?" "His plough-tail, my dainty lad," said Margaret, and laughed to be provoking him. "Maybe ay, Meg," says he, "and maybe no." It was not long after that when Margaret would be wheedling me to be on the hill.
McKelvie's wife was at the doctoring of the wound with her concoctions, and I made what job I could of it, and then we put Bryde in a peat creel, with straw and blankets, and took him to his mother. "It was just a daft prank," said he to Belle, who leant over him like some wild fierce creature. "It was just a mad ploy, mother."
"I am wishing I had the dogs with me," said John. There were silent figures of women, with shawls tight about their shoulders, and they looked a little fearfully to the dark places. Margaret was in her first sleep and dreaming, and it was a daft dream, and her lips curled softly and parted a little, for in her dreams Bryde would be knocking and knocking at her door.
At that I took her with me. "Pup," said I; "pup, Margaret. What tale is this?" "Cat or dog, or or anything," she cried. "I am wanting him." Bryde was at his horse's girths, and old Tam with a lanthorn. "Bryde," cried the lass, "I am wanting you." He had the horse out by this time, and I went away a little, but I heard her say "You never kissed my hand, sir no, not in all your life."
"Ay, but Helen never would be seeing it like that, Hamish. She saw it like a flash, and sent the letter that brought back Dan, and I am not sure but Bryde would be here yet, if the mail had but come to hand sooner." "Margaret," said I, "are there none among the young sparks coming about the place that you could be tholing about ye?"
"Will they be making a match of it?" said I. "I am hoping that, Hamish," said Belle "and, indeed, she is liking the hills and the folk, and fond of the horses too, and will be keen to be seeing Bryde breaking the young beasts, and watching him for long. She will whiles be putting the old tartan shawl round her."
Margaret came over beside me and put her hand into mine. "You're early, sir, you're early," cried Scaurdale; "it's asourying wi' the lasses ye will be at." The mistress looked not so ill-pleased at that, but it seemed to me Margaret's hand tightened in mine with a little tremble. "I'm thinking, Scaurdale, we will be getting a pair of colours for Bryde," said my uncle.
"No, no; they're married," cried Margaret, and cut again at the black, although he was half maddened already. As he leapt from the lash I heard Helen "The gaugers are at the Clates Gilchrist and Dol Beag and Bryde and Dan. Can ye not see what will come of it?" I know not what I cried to Hugh as we galloped.
Her two white hands trembled at his sleeve and she turned her face from the groaning man in horror, and then she raised her great blue eyes in one long look, and then her little foot but touched the man's shoulder. A grim smile came over the face of Bryde McBride, like sunlight in a dark pool. "A brave lass," said he, and I only heard her reply, and saw her colour rise at his praise.
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