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"It would be as well if you would call at Gowan's hotel before you leave Glasgow," said Dalziel, as our interview came to an end. "There are some clothes, traveling-cases, rugs, and such like, which it would be absurd to send to America, and equally absurd to sell. They will be something for the Logons if you think well to take them.
The puncher had brought them along, apparently with a hazy idea that the descent of the cañon would be something on the order of mining. There were also in the wagon two five-gallon kerosene cans to use in carrying water up the mountain, a sack of oats, Gowan's saddle, and two packsaddles.
Mr Dorrit could erect no hum suspicion of that kind on Mr Gowan's frankness. 'Again you are very good, said Gowan. 'Mr Dorrit, I hear you are going to Rome. I am going to Rome, having friends there. Let me begin to do you the injustice I have conspired to do you, there not here.
"What is it?" "Will you make haste and go across to Lady Gowan's apartments, sir?" said a voice. "She has been very ill all night, and wishes to see you." "Oh!" groaned Frank to himself. Then aloud: "Yes; come over directly." He began to dress rapidly, with all the troubles of the night magnified and made worse by the mental lens of reproach through which he was looking at his conduct.
They strolled on through one spacious hall after another; none seemed too roomy for the manoeuvres of this young genius. The largest studio in the Burrow, Gowan's own, cramped him most of all on the days when Mrs. Gowan came down, set forth the tea-pot, lit up her candles and gave her moving little imitation of the handsomer functions that took place through the upper tiers of the Temple of Art.
"Not awake?" he said; and he touched his patient's pulse lightly, and then softly raised one of Lady Gowan's eyelids, and examined the pupil. "Nature is helping us, Mr Gowan," he said softly. "But she ought to have awoke by now, sir?" "I expected that she would have done so; but nothing could be better.
Gowan's north country recipe for divination was equally impracticable to go out at midnight, and "dip your smock in a south-running spring where the lairds' lands meet," then hang it to dry before the fire. They discussed it quite seriously, however, in all its various aspects. "To begin with, what exactly is a smock?" asked Carmel. Everybody had a hazy notion, but nobody was quite sure about it.
Miss Fanny understood, with particular distinctness, that Mrs Gowan's good looks had cost her husband very dear; that there had been a great disturbance about her in the Barnacle family; and that the Dowager Mrs Gowan, nearly heart-broken, had resolutely set her face against the marriage until overpowered by her maternal feelings.
Preciosa was among his first callers. His studio came to little compared with Dill's, and to little more compared with Gowan's; but the jars and the blankets did their part, the mandolin and the coffee-pot theirs; the portfolios were broken open to decorate the walls, and, "You'll do," said Little O'Grady. Preciosa's back missed the tall mahogany chair with the brass rosettes.
He next picked up his pistol, but after a single glance at the side plate, smashed in by Gowan's first shot, he dropped the ruined weapon and rather hurriedly mounted his pony. The girl had faced away from the partly butchered carcass. As Ashton rode around alongside, her pony started to walk away.
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