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It struck him on the forehead, and the blood spirted from the wound. He staggered backwards. Fergus seized the laird's arm, and sought to pacify him. Her father's loud tones had reached Ginevra in her room; she ran down, and that instant entered: Gibbie all but fell into her arms.
Sclater's church because Mr. Sclater required it, in virtue of the position he assumed as his benefactor. Mr. Sclater in the pulpit was a trial to Donal, but it consoled him to be near Gibbie, also that he had found a seat in the opposite gallery, whence he could see Ginevra when her place happened to be not far from the door of one of the school-pews. He did not get much benefit from Mr.
That little Scotch song you sing now and then, my dear," she added. Ginevra rose timidly, but without hesitation, and going to the piano, sang, to a simple old Scotch air, to which they had been written, the following verses. Before she ended, the minister, the late herd-boy, and the dumb baronet were grouped crescent-wise behind the music-stool. I dinna ken what's come ower me!
Then up-stairs, and down-stairs, and in my lady's chamber, went a strange procession, for nearly every one was still draped in sheet and pillow-case. Into closets, behind screens, in all the corners, and under all the beds they looked. Keith, remembering the sad story of Ginevra, even lifted the lid of every chest and trunk in the linen room. Poor little Mrs.
Ginevra, with Leslie and Elinor, and one or two others too late for their own interest, but quite comprehending the thing to be preferred, lingered while the last trunks went on, hoping for room to be made somehow. "It's so gay on the top, going down into the villages. There's no fun inside," said Imogen complacently, settling herself upon her perch. "Won't there be another stage?"
I heard him, too, in the warm evenings, lecturing with open doors, and his name, with anecdotes of him, resounded in ones ears from all sides. Especially our former acquaintance, Miss Ginevra Fanshawe, who had been selected to take a prominent part in the play used, in bestowing upon me a large portion of her leisure, to lard her discourse with frequent allusions to his sayings and doings.
His love to Ginevra stood like a growing thicket of aromatic shrubs, until her confession set the fire of heaven to it, and the flame that consumes not, but gives life, arose and shot homeward. He had never imagined, never hoped, never desired she should love him like that.
"Well, I am at your side." "Is my cousin Ginevra still at Madame Beck's?" "Your cousin is still there; you must be longing to see her." "No not much." "You want to invite her to spend another evening?" "No... I suppose she still talks about being married?" "Not to any one you care for." "But of course she still thinks of Dr. Bretton?
At the end of a week her mother signed to her. She went; and Elisa Piombo whispered in her ear: "I have persuaded your father to receive him." "Oh! mother, how happy you have made me!" That day Ginevra had the joy of coming home on the arm of her Luigi. The officer came out of his hiding-place for the second time only.
"That boy" quite ignored the allusion; but presently, as Ginevra moved toward the coach-window to speak with her mother, he leaned down to Leslie Goldthwaite. "I'll make room for you," he said. But Leslie had decided. She could not, with effrontery of selfishness, take the last possible place, a place already asked for by another.
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