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Gavinia had seen no such package. "She may have hidden it," he said, and they searched, but fruitlessly. He questioned Grizel gently, but questions alarmed her, and he desisted. "It does not matter, Gavinia," he said, with a ghastly smile; but on the following Sunday, when Corp called at the doctor's house, the thought "Have they found it?" leaped in front of all thought of Grizel.
"Your ain bairn!" "I meant the glove!" he roared. It was curiosity only that troubled Gavinia.
If he or Gavinia were nigh, they gathered their fowls round them and then said: "Hens, I didna bring you here to feed you, but just to tell you that Gavinia is to hae me." This flustered Gavinia; but Grizel, who enjoyed her own jokes too heartily to have more than a polite interest in those of other people, said to her: "How can you be angry! I think it was just sweet of him."
For the next quarter of an hour Tommy and Gavinia were very near the door of the blue-and-white room, Tommy whispering dejectedly, "I hear no laughing," and Gavinia replying, "But he has quieted down." Mr. McLean had a right to be very angry, but God only can say whether he had a right to be as angry as he was.
Not at all, he assured her delicately, but she was maybe no quite so neatly dressed as she used to be, and her hair wasna braided back so smooth, and he didna think that bonnet quite set her. "Gavinia has been saying that to you!" "I noticed it mysel', Grizel; I'm a terrible noticher." "Perhaps you are right," she said, reflecting, after looking at herself for the first time for some days.
"What?" cried Gavinia. "I tell you it's a bribe." "Do you hear him?" screamed Gavinia. "He says we're no to lay hands on't! Corp, where's your tongue?" But even in that trying moment Corp's trust in Tommy shone out beautiful and strong. "Dinna be feared, Gavinia," he whispered, "he'll find a wy." "Lights out and follow Stroke!" was the order, and the crew at once scattered in pursuit, Mr.
"McLean!" he echoed scornfully, "ay, I've heard that's one of the names he goes by, but hearken, and I'll tell you wha he really is. That's the scoundrel Stroke!" No wonder Gavinia was flabbergasted. "Wha are you then?" she cried. "I'm the Champion of Dames," he replied loftily, and before she had recovered from this he was stalking Mr. McLean in the cemetery.
It was Ronny-On, who had skulked forward with twopence, but Gavinia answered his knock, so he just said, "Ay, Gavinia, it's yoursel'. Well, I'll be stepping," and would have retired had not Miss Ailie caught him. Even then he said, "Three bawbees is to you to lay by, and one bawbee to Gavinia no to tell."
"I've noticed it this while back, though I didna ken I had noticed it, Gavinia. I wonder what can be the reason?" "It's because nobody cares," Gavinia replied sadly. Trust one woman to know another! "We a' care," said Corp, stoutly. "We're a' as nothing, Corp, when he doesna care. She's fond o' him, man." "Of course she is, in a wy. Whaur's the woman that could help it?"
"I winna be called the deceased," cried Agnes hotly, but she had to do as she was bid, and when she emerged, from behind the tree she was the very image of the ill-fated Gavinia. "And now, what doest thou think about it a'?" inquired Sir Joseph eagerly, to which Stroke made answer, looking at him fixedly. "The wind is in the west!"
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