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"In there among the grass and bracken," thought Gilian, turning a moment to look up the slope that leads to Kilmalieu. The laurel drugged the air with death's odour. "In the grasses and the bracken," said Gilian, singing it to himself as if it were a coronach. Was that indeed the end of it all, of the hope, the lilt, the glory?
He made a wide gesture of impatience. "Cold languid pithless! You, Robin, Strickland, Alison Touris " Gilian looked at her basket of marigolds, pinks, and pansies. "That word death.... I bring these here, but Elspeth is with me everywhere! There is a riddle there is a strange, huge mistake.
My name, her name, your name, his name, its name, all names! Side by side, one over another, one through another.... Who comes out but just that Person?" They sat and watched the orb that itself, with its members the planets, went a great journey. Gilian began to talk about Elspeth. She talked with quietness, with depth, insight, and love, sitting there on the golden moor.
Then in the absence of Brooks at the tavern of Kate Bell, Gilian led the school in a charge of cavalry, shouting, commanding, cheering, weeping for the desertion of his men at deadly embrasures till the schoolboys stood back amazed at his reality, and he was left to come to himself with a shiver, alone on the lid of the master's desk in the middle of the floor, utterly ashamed before the vexed but sadly tolerant gaze of the dominie.
Gilian leaned upon his other foot and was on the verge of crying at his situation. The day had been far too crowded with strangers and new experience for his comfort; he felt himself cruelly plucked out of his own sufficient company and jarred by contact with a very complex world. With a rude loud sound that shook the toddy ladles in the cupboard the Cornal cleared his throat.
A great round moon poured its light into the little room. Elspeth was seated upon her bed. Her hair was loosened and fell over her white gown. Her feet were under her; she sat like an Eastern carving, still in the moonlight. "Elspeth!" Elspeth took a moment to come back to White Farm. "What is it, Gilian?" Gilian moved to the window and sat in it. She had not undressed. The moon silvered her, too.
And that's the way with yourself, is it not, Gilian? Will you tell me now?" Still he hung hesitating. "Do you are you fond of the girl?" said she and now it was he who was in the chair and she was bending over him. "Do I not?" he cried, sudden and passionate lest his confidence should fail. "Ay, with all my heart." "Poor Gilian!" said she.
There is a stone at Old Islay's corner that yet one may see worn with the feet of Gilian, so often he stood there turning on his heel, lending a gaze to the street where Nan might be, and another behind to the long road over the bridge whence she must sometime come. Years after he would stop again upon the blue slab and recall with a pensive pleasure those old hours of expectation.
"I have this advantage," he went on, unable to resist. "She likes soldiers; she said as much; it was in her mother and in her; she likes action, she likes spirit. She has them herself in faith! she almost boxed my ears when when but I could swear she was rather tickled at my impudence." "Your impudence!" repeated Gilian, "were you in that mood?" "Oh, well, you know I had the boldness to
Gilian ceased to make the pictures in his mind. "I met her ghost up there on the road this very night, and I had a hand below her chin," said the Cornal with a gulp. "You did not dare, you did not dare!" cried his brother, an apple-red upon his check, and half rising in his chair. "Surely, surely in a ghost," said the Cornal. "I would never have mentioned it had it been herself. Sit down, Dugald.
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