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He had turned stone-cold. "Corp and Gavinia told me," she went on quietly, "before I had time to stop them. Of course I should have preferred not to know until I heard it from yourself." Oh, how cold he was! "But as I do know, I want to tell you that it makes me very happy." They had stopped, for his legs would carry him no farther.
At least I think it must have been he: Miss Ailie's tears could not have been so long a-drying. You may rise, now, Miss Ailie; your prayer is granted. Mr. McLean wrote a few reassuring words to Miss Ailie, and having told Gavinia to give the note to her walked quietly out of the house; he was coming back after he had visited Miss Kitty's grave.
He never said it again. For Gavinia's first words were: "It's you, Mr. Sandys! Wherever is she? For mercy's sake, dinna say you've come without her!" And when he blinked at this, she took him roughly by the arm and cried, "Wherever's Grizel?" "She is here, Gavinia." "She's no here." "I saw her light." "You saw my light." "Gavinia, you are torturing me. She came back to-day."
It was unexpected news to Tommy, but that was not what lowered his head in humiliation now. In the general rejoicing he had been nigh forgotten; even Elspeth was hanging on Miss Ailie's skirts, Gavinia had eyes for none but lovers, Corp was rapturously examining five half-crowns that had been dropped into his hands for distribution. Had Tommy given an order now, who would have obeyed it?
Gavinia was dragged to the Lair, and though many a time they bumped her, she still tenderly nursed the paper-bag with her arm, or fondly thought she did so, for when unmuffled she discovered that it had been removed, as if by painless surgery. And her captors' tongues were sweeping their chins for stray crumbs.
At this Gavinia jumped with joy, and then cried, "Up wi' her!" words whose bearing the school-mistress fortunately did not understand. All save Tommy looked at Miss Ailie, and she put her arm on Mr. McLean's, and, yes, it was obvious, Miss Ailie was a lover at the Cuttle Well at last, like so many others. She had often said that the Den parade was vulgar, but she never said it again.
Many of the words were written on damp blobs. After that she could do nothing but wait for the storm, and waiting she became so meek, that Gavinia, who loved her because she was "that simple," said sorrowfully: "How is't you never rage at me now, ma'am? I'm sure it keepit you lightsome, and I likit to hear the bum o't."
McLean is at his tea with Miss Ailie every day?" "And it's true," replied Gavinia, in huge delight, "and what's more, she has given him some presents." "You say so, lassie! What were they now?" "I dinna ken," Gavinia had to admit, dejectedly. "She took them out o' the ottoman, and it has aye been kept looked." McQueen looked very knowingly at her. "Will he, think you?" he asked mysteriously.
"Not a sylup was said about a glove," maintained Christina, who had given her a highly coloured narrative of what took place in Mrs. McLean's parlour. "And yet there's a glove in't as sure as there's a quirk in't," Gavinia kept muttering to herself.
Dishart, "do you take this woman to be thy lawful wedded wife?" With almost indecent haste she answered herself, "I do." "Alison Cray," she said next, "do you take this man to be thy lawful wedded husband?" "I do." Just then the door shut softly; and Gavinia ran to see who had been listening, with the result that she hid herself in the coal-cellar. While she was there, Miss Ailie and Mr.
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