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Even at the threshold he seemed too uncertain of his footing to cross the soft-lit room alone. And Milo supported him to the bed. Gavin slumped heavily upon the side of it, his aching head in his hands. Then, as if with much effort, he lay down, burying his face in the pillow. Milo had been watching him with growing impatience to be gone. Now he said cheerily: "That's all right, old chap!
A detachment of the soldiers were marching down the Roods from the north. "There's some coming frae the east-town end," was the next intelligence; "and they've gripped Sanders Webster, and auld Charles Yuill has given himsel' up." "You see, you see," the gypsy said, flashing triumph at Gavin. "Lay down your weapons," Gavin cried, but his power over the people had gone.
"Good evening, Christine," said Gavin Grant. "Good night, Gavin," called Christina. She was always just a little bit flustered in Gavin's presence. She was half afraid that he cared for her and just a little bit afraid that he did not care at all. "How is your haying?" she asked pleasantly. "Fine. I finished to-day. And I was just looking if these oats were ready.
"Ou ay, you can sail by my door and gang to Easie's, but I'm thinking you would stop at mine too if I had a brass handle on't." So passed the first four weeks, and then came the fateful night of the seventeenth of October, and with it the strange woman. Gavin knew what this meant, and at once set off for Rob's.
"You'll let me gang a bit wi' you," the policeman entreated, "for till Rob sent me on this errand not a soul has spoken to me the day; ay, mony a ane hae I spoken to, but not a man, woman, nor bairn would fling me a word." "I often meant to ask you," Gavin said as they went along the Tenements, which smelled at that hour of roasted potatoes, "why you are so unpopular." "It's because I'm police.
That is enough, he thought; "she will understand that there is a chance for her yet, if she is as bonnie as in the old days. Mary is not to be trusted. She never liked Jean. I'll see for myself." Jean got this letter one warm day in spring, and she "understood" it as clearly as Gavin intended her to.
But with such a to-do in Thrums, and she the possessor of exclusive information, Jean's reverence for Gavin only took her to-day as far as the door, where she lingered half in the parlour and half in the lobby, her eyes turned politely from the minister, but her ears his entirely.
"Joseph Cruickshanks," responded Gavin grimly, "you will find no cards down there." Then Rob also came to the foot of the stair. There was some angry muttering from the crowd, and young Charles Yuill exclaimed, "Curse you, would you lord it ower us on week-days as weel as on Sabbaths?" "Lay down your weapons," Gavin said to the six men. They looked at each other.
Christina's eyes searched them just a little wistfully for any hint of the feeling he had displayed in his farewell. But there was none. Gavin was too much the true gentleman to presume on that parting. He told her he had the little ring safe, and that it was his most precious possession, but beyond that he did not refer to that last evening.
"I'll have to store my furniture and pay for the care of it; or I'll have to sell it at a loss; or I'll have to hire a servant lass, and be robbed on the right hand and the left," he said fretfully. "It was not in the bargain that you should marry, and it is very bad behavior in you, Mary." "Well, Gavin, get married yourself, and the furnishing will not be wasted," answered Mary.
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