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What saved me, I believe now, was the keen, bright look of love and confidence which flashed on me from Crossthwaite's glittering eyes, when he was called forward as a witness to my character. He spoke out like a man, I hear, that day.
I thought a little, and recollected a man of that name, who had worked with us a year or two before a great friend of a certain scatter-brained Irish lad, brother of Crossthwaite's wife. "Well, I did once, but I have lost sight of him twelve months, or more."
They winna gang to a harmless stage play an' richt they for fear o' countenancing the sin that's dune there, an' I winna gang to the kirk, for fear o' countenancing the sin that's dune there, by putting down my hurdies on that stool o' antichrist, a haspit pew!" I was, therefore, altogether surprised at the promptitude with which he agreed to go and hear Crossthwaite's new-found prophet.
It was the night after I had returned from D ; sitting in Crossthwaite's little room, I had heard with mingled anxiety and delight the plans of my friends. They were about to present a monster petition in favour of the Charter; to accompany it en masse to the door of the House of Commons; and if it was refused admittance why, then, ulterior measures were the only hope.
Study, with your heart full of shame and indignation, fresh from daily insult and injustice? Study, with the black cloud of despair and penury in front of you? Little time, or heart, or strength, will you have to study, when you are making the same coats you make now, at half the price." I put my name down beneath Crossthwaite's, on the paper which he handed me, and went out with him.
As soon as Crossthwaite's tongue was tired, Mackaye's began, on the sins of drunkenness, hastiness, improvidence, over-trustfulness, &c., &c., and, above all, on the cardinal offence of not having signed the protest years before, and spurned the dishonourable trade, as we had done.
He was the brother of Crossthwaite's wife, a passionate, kind-hearted Irishman, Mike Kelly by name, reckless and scatter-brained enough to get himself into every possible scrape, and weak enough of will never to get himself out of one. For these two, Crossthwaite and I had searched from one sweater's den to another, and searched in vain.
Crossthwaite's suspicions were aroused by some incidental circumstance, and knowing of Downes's death, and the fact that you most probably caught your fever in that miserable being's house, he made such inquiries as satisfied him that it was no other than your cousin's coat " "Which covered the corpses in that fearful chamber?" "It was indeed." Just, awful God.
My fever and my dreams faded away together, and I woke to the twittering of the sparrows and the scent of the poplars, and found Eleanor, Lady Ellerton, and her uncle sitting by my bed, and with them Crossthwaite's little wife. I would have spoken, but Eleanor laid her finger on her lips, and taking her uncle's arm, glided from the room.
The face was Lillian's? No! Eleanor's! Gently she touched my hand I sank down into soft, weary happy sleep. The spell was snapped. My fever and my dreams faded away together, and I woke to the twittering of the sparrows, and the scent of the poplar leaves, and the sights and sounds of childhood, and found Eleanor and her uncle sitting by my bed, and with them Crossthwaite's little wife.
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