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'It wad ill become us, ony gait, said her father, 'nae to gie him shelter for your sake, Mrs. Faukner, no to mention ither names, sin' it's yer wull to mak the puir lad ane o' the family. They say his ain mither's run awa' an' left him. ''Deed she's dune that. 'Can ye mak onything o' 'im? 'He's douce eneuch. An' Robert says he does nae that ill at the schuil. 'Weel, jist fess him wi' ye.
She stood still, trembling. 'Jessie, dinna ye ken me Robert Faukner? Dinna be feart at me. What's the maitter wi' ye, 'at ye winna speik till a body? Hoo's a' the fowk at hame? She burst out crying, cast one look into Robert's face, and fled. What a change was in that face? The peach-colour was gone from her cheek; it was pale and thin.
'He will forgie ye, gin ye tell me whaur she is. 'Do ye think he will? Eh, Maister Faukner! The wuman bides in a coort off o' Clare Market. I dinna min' upo' the name o' 't, though I cud gang till 't wi' my een steekit. Her name's Widow Walker an auld rowdie damn her sowl! 'Na, na, ye maunna say that gin ye want to be forgien yersel'. I'll fin' her oot.
Anderson, yer ain cousin. He hintit at it afore, but his last letter leaves nae room to doobt upo' the subjeck. I'm unco sorry to be the beirer o' sic ill news, Mrs. Faukner, but I had nae chice. 'Ohone! Ohone! the day o' grace is by at last! My puir Anerew! exclaimed Mrs. Falconer, and sat dumb thereafter. Mr. Lammie tried to comfort her with some of the usual comfortless commonplaces.
He was hardly out of the room before a door opened in the middle of the books, and the doctor appeared in a long dressing-gown. He looked inquiringly at Robert for one moment, then made two long strides like a pair of eager compasses, holding out his hand. 'I'm Robert Faukner, said the boy.
Mistress Faukner, honest lady, an' lang hae I kent her, 's no sae auld a frien' to you, Mr. Ericson, as oorsel's nae offence to her, ye ken. A'body canna be frien's to a'body, ane as lang 's anither, ye ken. ''Deed I maun alloo, Miss Naper, interposed Robert, 'it's only fair. Ye see, Mr. Ericson, I cud see as muckle o' ye almost, the tae way as the tither.
'Hoo 'ill she manage that, honest woman? She maun hae but little to spare frae the cleedin' o' 'm. 'She's a gude manager, Mistress Faukner. And, ye see, she has the bleachgreen yet. 'She doesna weir cotton sarks, growled MacGregor. 'Mony's the wob o' mine she's bleached and boucht tu! Nobody heeding him yet, he began to feel insulted, and broke in upon the conversation with intent.
Faukner, he said at length, when the silence had grown painful. 'Humph! returned the old lady, her face becoming stony with the effort to suppress all emotion. 'Nae aboot Anerew? ''Deed is 't, mem. An' ill news, I'm sorry to say. 'Is he ta'en? 'Ay is he by a jyler that winna tyne the grup. 'He's no deid, John Lammie? Dinna say 't. 'I maun say 't, Mrs. Faukner. I had it frae Dr.
Falconer sat silent, allowing no word that passed to escape her. She wanted to be at the bottom of the mysterious affair, and therefore held her peace. 'Weel, I'm sure, Robert, ye never tellt me aboot the shune, said Alexander. 'I s' jist tak them back wi' me, and du what's wantit to them. And I'm sorry that I hae gien ye this tribble, Mistress Faukner; but it was a' that fule's wite there.
Lammie, and lat's hear yer news. 'I cam frae Aberdeen last nicht, Mistress Faukner, he began. 'Ye haena been hame sin' syne? she rejoined. 'Na. I sleepit at The Boar's Heid. 'What for did ye that? What gart ye be at that expense, whan ye kent I had a bed i' the ga'le-room? 'Weel, ye see, they're auld frien's o' mine, and I like to gang to them whan I'm i' the gait o' 't.
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