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This was ingenious, but, though he could glow for a moment in response to it, Francie's lover if lover he may in his so infirm aspect be called looked as if he mistrusted it, thought it slightly sophistical.
But the place is now called Francie's Cairn. For a while it was told that Francie walked. Aggie Hogg met him in the gloaming by the cairnside, and he spoke to her, with chattering teeth, so that his words were lost.
"Not when you know her. Besides, that has nothing to do with Francie. You couldn't find words enough a moment ago to express that Francie's exquisite, and now you'll be so good as to stick to that. Come feel it all; since you HAVE such a free mind." "Do you call her by her little name like that?" Mme. de Brecourt asked, giving him another cup of tea. "Only to you. She's perfectly simple.
The seven women whom he had addressed broke into a subdued murmur, out of which emerged Francie's, "Really, the Forsytes!" and Aunt Juley's: "He must have his feet in mustard and hot water to-night, Hester; will you tell Jane? The blood has gone to his head again, I'm afraid...."
Dosson by the hour about his master-plan of making the touchy folks themselves fall into line, but had never dreamed this man would subsidise him as an interesting struggler. The only character in which he could expect it would be that of Francie's accepted suitor, and then the liberality would have Francie and not himself for its object.
He never, of course, disclosed the secret that was his and Francie's, honest brother as he longed to be; but perhaps, even had she known it, and her own austere chastity notwithstanding, she might have been broad-minded enough to judge him kindlier than is the wont of the sex which does not know all, and have still held him worthy to be to her the friend he was.
He was fond, in his intercourse with his children, of some small usual joke, some humorous refrain; and what could have been more in the line of true domestic sport than a little gentle but unintermitted raillery on Francie's conquest? Mr. Flack's attributive intentions became a theme of indulgent parental chaff, and the girl was neither dazzled nor annoyed by the freedom of all this tribute.
"You don't mean to say you've DONE anything?" cried Delia, very white. "It's all over, it's all over!" With which Francie's face braved denial. "Are you crazy, Francie?" Delia demanded. "I'm sure you look as if you were." "Ain't you going to be married, childie?" asked Mr. Dosson all considerately, but coming nearer to her.
"I know so well what you mean, dear," observed Maura, sotto voce to Francie. "It is so trying to be supposed mere common-place, when one's thoughts are on the beautiful and romantic." It was just one of the sayings that had begun to go against Francie's taste, and she answered "Mr. White is very good-natured." "Ah, yes, but so -so- you know." Francie was called, and left Mr.
'His father, mem, was my landlord, and his father's father was my father's landlord; and the interests o' the landlord hae aye been oors. Ither nor Francie's herty freen I can never be! 'You presume on my late husband's kindness to you, Barclay! 'Gien devotion be presumption, mem, I presume. Archibald Gordon was and is my freen, and will be for ever.
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