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Updated: May 13, 2025
"Ou, I left him speakin' to Gavin Birse," said Leeby. "I daursay he's awa to some hoose." Na, he would think it boastfu'." I sat down to a book by the kitchen fire; but, as Leeby became communicative, I read less and less. While she spoke she was baking bannocks with all the might of her, and Jess, leaning forward in her chair, was arranging them in a semicircle round the fire.
Then, at a single lithe spring he was on Gavin's shoulder, making queer little whistling noises and rubbing his head lovingly against Brice's cheek. Gavin made his way downstairs the cat still clinging to his shoulder, fanning his face with a swishing gray foxlike tail, digging curved claws back and forth into the cloth of his shabby coat, and purring like a distant railroad train.
If you can give him five minutes, he'll come across. He says it's important." Mrs. Seaton put on her coat. "I mustn't stop when an important customer is coming." Then she laughed and gave Cartwright her hand. "You are very obstinate, Tom, but I know your pluck." She went off. Gavin took away the wine, and Cartwright opened the window.
But, by straining his gaze, he could just make out the shapes of a crate or two and several packing boxes close to the wall. The central space was clear. In spite of the stuffiness. there was a damp chill to the gloomy place, by contrast to the vivid sunlight and the sweep of the trade-winds. outside. Gavin stretched himself out at full length on the long box, and prepared to take a nap.
It was love and war combined that ailed him, and the war had become a burden too heavy for his strong young shoulders. For quiet, shy, gentle Gavin was burning to be up and away into the struggle. His daily tasks of peace had become a galling joke scarcely to be borne. And the more he yearned to be gone the more bitterly he blamed himself for what he called his ingratitude and faithlessness.
"Gavin wanted me to tak' paper an' ink an' a pen wi' me, to write the proceedins doon, but I said, 'Na, na, I'll tak' paper, but no nae ink nor nae pen, for there'll be ink an' a pen there. That was what I said." "An' did she let him aff?" asked Leeby. "Weel," said Tammas, "aff we goes to Mag's hoose, an' sure enough Mag was in.
"I like weeds," he was saying, "though they do give a great deal of trouble. This bind weed now. It is such a plague but I feel sorry every time I destroy it." He pulled a long graceful branch with its exquisite pink blossoms and Christina put out her hand for it. And Gavin was emboldened to gather a little blossom of the blue jay and hand it to her shyly.
Says she, 'I wonder to hear ye, Gavin, but 'am no goin' to agree to naething o' that sort. "'Think it ower, says Gavin. "'Na, my mind's made up, said she. "'Ye would sune get anither man, he says, earnestly. "'Hoo do I ken that? she speirs, rale sensibly, I thocht, for men's no sae easy to get.
"I hope you have come back, Dishart, to speak more rationally?" Gavin told him why he had come back, and the doctor said he was a fool for his pains. "Is it useless, Dishart, to make another appeal to you?" "Quite useless, doctor," Gavin answered, promptly. "My mind is made up at last." That evening the little minister sat silently in his parlour.
"That matters very little now," the man said, but to the woman it seemed to matter more than anything else in the world. Throughout the remainder of this interview until the end came, Gavin never faltered. His duty and hers lay so plainly before him that there could be no straying from it. Did Babbie think him strangely calm?
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