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Dowson." "The one thing that's in my mind, sir," Dowie's respectfulness actually went to the length of hinting at firmness "is that it's best not to discourage her about anything just now. It brought a bit of natural colour to her cheeks and it made her eat her breakfast which she hasn't been able to do before. They must be fed, sir," with the seriousness of experience.
As she had looked in the nursery days the Robin who left her chair and was swept into the well known embrace looked now. She hid her face on Dowie's shoulder and clung to her with shaking hands. "I prayed to Jesus Christ that you would believe me, Dowie!" she cried. "And that Mademoiselle would come if she is not killed. I wanted you to know that it was true I wanted you to know!"
It was na a lamb cryin'. It was the young leddy lyin' twisted on the heather. I daurna speak to her. It was no place for a man body. I cam' awa' to ye, Mistress Dowson. You an' Maggy maun go to her. I'll follow an' help to carry her back, if ye need me." Dowie's colour left her. "I thought she was asleep on her bed," she said. "Sometimes she slips away alone and wanders about a bit.
She's gey young she is, to be a widow woman left like that." The doctor came up the moor road every day and talked more to Dowie than to his patient. As the weeks went by he could not sanely be hopeful. Dowie's brave face seemed to have lost some of its colour at times. She asked eager questions but his answers did not teach her any new thing. Yet he was of a modern school.
Robin went to Dowie's room the next evening and stood a moment in silence watching her sewing before she spoke. She looked anxious and even pale. "Her grace is going to give a party to some young people, Dowie," she said. "She wishes me to be present. I I don't know what to do."
It was smiling it had begun to smile that pretty smile which was a very gift of God in itself. Dowie drew back and put her hand over her mouth. "Oh!" she said "Can she be going in her sleep?" But she was not going. Even Dowie's fright saw that in a few moments more. Was it possible that a mist of colour was stealing over the whiteness or something near colour?
Huxley laughed the devils out of the Gadarene swine. Dowie's whiskers broke the back of Dowieism. Not the laws of the United States but the mother-in-law joke brought the Mormons to compromise and surrender. Not the horror of it but the absurdity of it killed the doctrine of infant damnation.... But the razor edge of ridicule is turned by the tough hide of truth.
She had never carelessly turned over the leaves of her picture books in her nursery. As she had looked at her picture books she looked at this one. There were pages given to the tiniest and most exquisite things of all, and it was the illustrations of these, Dowie's careful sidelong eye saw she had first been attracted by. "These are for very little ones?" she said presently. "Yes.
Dowie's decent intelligence knew the methods of her class and their value when perfectly applied. A nurse or a young lady's maid knew only what she was told and did not ask questions. But what she thought of most anxiously was Robin herself. His lordship had given her no instructions.
It was Dowie whose warm shoulder her face hidden on this time, and Dowie was choked with sobs she dared not let loose. She could only squeeze hard and kiss the "silk curls all in a heap" poor, tumbled curls, no longer a child's! "Aye, my lamb!" she managed to say. "Dowie's poor pet lamb!" "It's the knowing that kind eyes kind ones !" she broke off, panting. "It's the KNOWING! I didn't know before!
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