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"Bryde is a fine lad," said I, "but he's like to be spoiled, and," said I, "your mother will have told you he has not even a name." At that the dull anger I had been choking down most of that day broke over me. "Damn the whole affair," said I, and dismounted. When I lifted her from her horse, she was laughing and blinking tears from her lashes, and she put her arms very tightly about my neck.
I would be sitting with Hugh in his room, and Bryde away to be seeing if all things were ready, and to have a word with Margaret, for this wedding would be putting things into his head maybe. At last back he came, tall and swarthy and smiling.
Morning and evening," said she, "rain or fine, I would be looking for you since Angus McKinnon came home." "What is he home then? I forgathered with him, I mind. I was mate on the Spray," said Bryde. "Well, he would be telling you I was lucky. I have word that I can be sailing a King's ship if I will be going back." At the door of the place that was old McCurdy's hut, Dan McBride was standing.
"Good-night," and then with a half sob, "Jus' won kiss," she whispered . . . I am often wondering. . . . I would be with Belle when Bryde came among the dancers again. Her eyes were yearning over him. "I am wishing I had you home you will be too happy, my wild boy."
"I have been in many places," said he, "but I am not remembering so bonny a place as this." Would it be pleasing you to hear that when we came to the Big House, Bryde left me standing, and went through the wood behind the stackyard and stood on the knowe and looked at the window where the Flower of Nourn slept. "Now," said he after that, "I will go to my mother."
"I am wanting him to keep," said she, and put her head against my arm the brave lass. I would be seeing very little of Bryde for many a day after that, for there was aye work to be doing at his hill farm, and hard work will be bringing sound sleep.
And that very night it was as though old Betty's havers were potent spells, for Bryde was the fair-haired laddie with the Laird of Scaurdale always, and as the evening wore on he grew a little flushed with wine, so that all his silence left him, and he was very shyly bold and very gallant; but Margaret was stately and proud like her mother, and smiled but little.
And at that we drained our glasses, and Mistress Margaret and the mother of her would be looking with new eyes at the Laird, for there was a double twist to the thrust, and so it was that Bryde took up his life among us again, after his wandering to the sea. But he would be better for the wandering, having made himself a milled man in the hard school of the world.
"She'll be at Bothanairidh by noo," and so it was, for when I came to the farm on the moor there was Margaret, thrang at the talking to the halflin, and looking blither than I had thought to see her; and thinks I to myself, he will have been telling her about Bryde and the lighted window and that I was right I know, although Margaret would never be telling me what it was that Bryde said that night; and the halflin I would not be asking, but I would be telling the lass about the three feet of blue steel in the lad's gizzard, and at that she would laugh at me.
And then there was a day when Hugh brought Helen to the house, and she was closeted a long time with Margaret. "Your cousin Bryde will be leaving us ver' soon," said she. I will never be the one to deny that Mistress Helen came fast to the bit. "Will Hugh have been telling you that?" said Margaret in a certain tone. "Hugh no. I meet Bryde ver' often.
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