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Glenfernie House was talked of, talked of, by village and farm and cot, talked of, talked of, year by year all the Jardines, their virtues and their vices, what they said and what they did. She had heard, ever since she was a bairn, that continual comment, like a little prattling burn running winter and summer through the dale.
"Sae weak and womanish is thae time we live in!" He flashed at his great-nephew. "Sae poetical! It wasna sae when the Malignants drove us and we fled to the hills and were fed on the muirs with the word of the Lord! It wasna sae in the time when Gawin Elliot that Glenfernie draws frae was hanged for gieing us that word! Then gin a sin-blasted ane was found amang us, his road indeed was shawn him!
He answered, "I do not want anything," then, five steps up, paused and turned his head. "I stopped at White Farm, and they gave me supper." He was gone, running up the stairs, and Bran with him. The laird of Glenfernie shaded his eyes and looked at the fire. Mrs.
Here he sat down beneath an oak and waited. Another hour passed; then he heard the horse's hoofs. He rose and met Glenfernie home-returning. "It is good to see you, Strickland!" "I found you yonder by the Kelpie's Pool. Then I came here and waited." "I have spent hours there.... They were not unhappy. They were not at all unhappy." They moved together along the moor track, the horse following.
Alexander had written from Buda-Pesth, from Erfurt, from Amsterdam, from London. Now he sat here at Glenfernie, looking into the fire. Strickland, who liked books of travel, wondered what he saw of old cities, grave or gay, of ruined temples, sphinxes, monuments, grass-grown battle-fields, and ships at sea, storied lands, peoples, individual men and women.
Suppose that to-morrow should find not this Alexander, at once old and new, but only the Alexander who had ridden from Glenfernie, who had shipped to Lisbon, nearly three years ago? To-day's deep satisfaction only a dream! Strickland shook off the fear. "He breathed lasting growth.... O Christ! the help for all in winged men!" He turned to his bed.
She rose from her earthen chair; she moved as if to leave the place; then she stood still. "Perhaps a part of me knew and a part did not know.... I will try to be honest, for you are honest, Glenfernie! Yes, I knew, but I would not let myself perceive and think and say that I knew.... And now what will I say?" "Say that you love me! Say that you love and will marry me!"
"It's na said oot but a kind of whisper's been gaeing around." She hesitated, then, "Are you gaeing after him, Glenfernie?" "Yes." Jenny put down her knife and apple. She drew a long breath, so that her bosom heaved under her striped gown. A bright color came into her cheeks. She laughed. "Aweel, I wadna spare him if I were you!" He sat with her longer than he had done with Mrs. Alison.
Jamie and Alice took two chairs that had been set for them near the bed. Strickland moved to the recess of a window. Outside the snow fell in very large flakes, large and many, straight and steady, there being no wind. In a chair drawn close to the great bed, on a line with the sick man's hand lying on the coverlet, sat the heir of Glenfernie.
Ian, the Judas of friendship thief of a comrade's bliss cheat, murderer, mocker, and injurer! The wave of oneness fled. Glenfernie, looking like the old laird his father, his cloak wrapped around him, feeling the December air, left the river steps, wandered away through Paris. But when he was alone with the night he tried to recover the wave. It had been so wonderful.
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