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"Nan, Nan!" he whispered, "you are mine, did I not tell you?" "I suppose I am," she whispered faintly. Then to herself, "Poor Gilian!" "And yet," said he, "I'm not worth it." "I daresay not," she confessed, nestling the more closely in his arras. "But you won me when you saved my life." "Did I?" said he. "How very wise of me! Give me a kiss, then!"
"Was he?" asked Gilian gloomily. "Well, he was not like the Cornal or the General. They were real soldiers and have seen tremendous wars." "I daresay," said Nan, "but no more than my father. I cannot but wonder at you; with the chance to be a soldier like my father or or the General, being willing to sit at home pretending or play-acting it in school or "
She drove before the wind and went on Ealan Dubh, and sunk, and that was all." The story, as he told it, was as bald of interest as if it were a page from an old almanack. "What came of the men?" said the Cornal. "The loss of the Jean does not amount to muckle; there was not a plank of her first timbers left in her." "They got ashore in the small boat," said Gilian.
I am wondering at them bringing it up to you. What do you think they would bring it up to you for?" And she scrutinised him shrewdly again. "I think the girl the Cornal saw me with put him in mind of her mother," said Gilian, pushing the idea no further. She still looked closely at him. "The girl cannot help that," said she. "She is very like her mother in some ways perhaps in many.
They buried the goodwife of Ladyfield in her appointed place beside her husband and her only child, Gilian taking a cord at the head of the coffin as it was lowered into the red jaws of the grave prepared for it.
Neither soldier nor shepherd seems to be in you, a muckle bulrush nodding to the winds of Heaven! See that sturdy fellow at the quay there?" Gilian looked and saw Young Islay, a smart ensign home on leave from the county corps that even yet was taking so many fine young fellows from that community.
There is a law a little larger than your fretfulness that will take care of him! I like Glenfernie better when he is not a busybody!" Alexander stared at her in anger. "Differences where I thought to find likeness likenesses where I thought to find differences! He deceived me, fooled me, played upon me as upon a pipe; took my own " "Ha!" said Gilian.
And it was the true Highland rancour, concealing itself under a front of indifference and even politeness, though the latter might be ice-cold in degree but burning fiercely at the core. A few days after Gilian came to town Miss Mary and her brothers were submitted to a slight there could be no mistaking. It came from the wife of the Sheriff, who was a half-sister of the Turners.
He burst into tears, the first she had seen on his face since ever he had come to her house, and all her mother's heart was sore. "What mischief were you in?" she asked, putting an arm about his neck, and her troubled face down upon his hair as he shook in his chair. "I am sure you were not to blame. It could not have been much, Gilian. Tuts! tuts!"
He drew back, overwhelmed with confusion, but she found the grip of his coat again and followed up her triumph. "Did you think I could not guess so little as that, my dear? Oh, Gilian, sometimes I'll be sitting in there all my lone greeting my eyes out over darning hose, and minding of what I have been and what I have seen, and the days that will never come any more.
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