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He has the ear of the Duke, and now he has Turner under his thumb. Oh my sorrow, what a place of greed and plot!" "That Turner said it, showed he thought it!" said Gilian, not a whit moved from bitter reflection upon his wounded feelings. "Amn't I telling you?" said Miss Mary. "It's just his own sorrows souring him. Gilian's breast filled with some strange new sense of sudden relief.
She saw in his face the innkeeper's apology for his common sin against the Gaelic vanity. "We were just out for an airing," she added, taking Gilian's hand in hers and squeezing it with meaning. "I thought, ma'am, you were at the Sheriffs," said Mr. Spencer. "Oh! there is a party in the Sheriff's, is there?" she said. "That is very nice; they have a hospitable house and many friends.
She had grown as Gilian had grown, in mind as in body; and thinking so, he was pleased exceedingly. But the tales that the boy liked were the tales that were not true, and these, to Gilian's sorrow, she plainly did not care for; he could see it in the calmness of her features.
An annoying contempt was in his manner, and as he stood with his basket slung upon his back, and his rod in the crook of an arm, like a gun, a straight, sturdy lad of neat limb, a handsome face, and short black curls, he was, for a moment, more admirable in Gilian's eyes than the hero of the book he was ashamed to show.
In a little he had Gilian's history, and they were comrades. He took him round the deck and showed its simple furniture, then in the den he told him mariners' tales of the sea. A Carron stove burned in the cabin, dimly, yet enough to throw at times a flicker of light upon the black beams overhead, the vessel's ribs, the bunks that hung upon them.
Do you go up and down alone?" "By my lee-lane when Gilian's not here. She's in Aberdeen now, where live our mother's folk." "I have not seen you for years." "I mind the last time. Your mother lay ill. One evening at sunset Mr. Ian Rullock and you came to White Farm." "It must have been after sunset. It must have been dark." "Back of that you and he came from Edinburgh one time.
"I said it; I don't deny," answered the General, coming forward from the group at the door and putting his hand in a friendly freedom on the horse's neck and looking up with some regret in Gilian's face. "One says many things in an impetus. Excuse a soldier's extravagance. I never meant it either for your ear or for unkindness.
Outside a cock crew; its sudden alarm brought the sweat to Gilian's brow; he clutched with blind instinct, found what he wanted, turned and hastened from the dusty barn. The house of Maam was jet-black among its trees, no light peeped even in Nan's room. Carefully he put the ladder against the wall beneath her window, and as he did so he fancied he heard a movement above.
A spark of humour flashed to merriment in her eyes and died to a demure ember again before he noticed it. "Here's John Hielan'man," she said to herself, and she recalled, not to Gilian's credit in the comparison, the effrontery of Young Islay.
"Is that all you have of our news here that you don't know Gilian's farming, or making a show of farming, in Ladyfield? He never took to the Army after all, and an old brag of Mars is very humorous now when I think of it." "I told him he never would," said Nan, with no note of triumph in the accuracy of her prediction.
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