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They had held him a moment or so staring and then he had gone into the shop and asked for their catalogue. "Yes, he knew," Dowie replied. A letter had been written to London signed by Dowie and the models and patterns had been sent to the village and brought to the castle by Jock Macaur.
"I am glad I had a gift," Robin took her up. "You see I want to make these little things with my own hands. I don't want them sent up from London. I don't want them bought. Look at this, Dowie." Dowie went to her side. Her heart was quickening happily as it beat. Robin touched a design with her finger. "I should like to begin by making that," she suggested.
Such are, for example, The Dowie Dens of Yarrow, Fair Helen of Kirkconnell, The Forsaken Bride, and The Twa Corbies. Others, again, have a coloring of popular superstition, like the beautiful ballad concerning Thomas of Ersyldoune, who goes in at Eildon Hill with an elf queen and spends seven years in fairy land.
As Dowie dressed her the reflection she saw in the mirror gave back to her an intensified Robin whose curved lips almost quivered as they smiled. The soft silk of her hair looked like the night and the small rings on the back of her very slim white neck were things to ensnare the eye and hold it helpless. "You look your best, my dear," Dowie said as she clasped her little necklace.
When all the prayers were ended and Dowie came back to the room to tuck her in, her face was marvellously still-looking and somehow remotely sweet as if she had not quite returned from some place of wonderful calm. She nestled into the softness of the pillow with her hand under her cheek and her lids dropped quietly at once. "Good night, Dowie dear," she murmured. "I am going to sleep."
They found me with my regiment at drill; for I had got full thirty of my school-fellows under arms, and spent all leisure hours in mustering, marching, and drum-beating, and practising all manner of discipline and evolution which I had been taught by my grandfather and Sergeant Dowie.
After her return from one particular morning's outing she sent for Dowie. "You have taken care of Miss Robin since she was a little child?" she began. "She was not quite six when I first went to her, your grace." "You are not of the women who only feed and bathe a child and keep her well dressed. You have been a sort of mother to her." "I've tried to, your grace.
Her conclusion was, as Coombe had known it would be, drawn from the experience of practical wisdom and an affection as deep as the experience was broad. "She won't be afraid of Dowie," she thought, "if it's just Dowie that looks at her exactly as she always did.
She did little things for herself, moving about naturally, and she was pleased when a messenger brought flowers, explaining that his lordship had ordered that they should be sent every other day from the nearest town. She spent an hour filling crystal bowls and clear slim vases with them and the look never left her. But she said nothing until she went out with Dowie at sunset.
He made a mock of political or ecclesiastical elections, holding that a leader's power should not be subject to suffrages or renewals of confidence. Thanks to these sermons, dialogues, and the general mise en scène, the autocracy of Dowie was beyond question.
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