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But alas! though supple and active, Linty was old, and the day could not be distant when they must part company: she was then nine and twenty. And now the night before, she had been taken ill: there was a disease about amongst the horses. The men had been up with her all night, and Grizzie too: she had fetched her own pillow and put under her head, then sat by it for hours.
"Tell's a' aboot it, Grizzie, an' bena lang aither, for I maun gang to my father." "Gang til 'im. Here's naebody wad keep ye frae 'im!" Cosmo was surprised at her tone, for although she took abundant liberty with the young laird, he had not since boyhood known her rude to him. "No till I hear yer tale, Grizzie," he answered.
I hae thoucht mony a time it luikit, in places, unco like braiss. But Is' tak it the morn's mornin' to Jeemie Merson. We'll see what he says til 't. Gien ony body i' these pairts hae ony authority in sic maitters, it's Jeemie. An' I thank ye hertily, Grizzie."
Warlock, ready to welcome anything marvellous, had held with Grizzie much conference concerning what had passed in the night one accidental result of which was the disappearance for the time of all little rivalries and offences between them in the common interest of an awful impending denouement.
"Here, Grizzie!" said Cosmo; "here's the auchteen pence ye gae me for expences: say ye're pleased I haena waured it. Jist a word wi' ye, Grizzie! Luik here only dinna tell!" He had drawn her aside to the corner where stood the meal-chest, and now showed her a bunch of banknotes. So many she had never seen not to say in a bunch, but scattered over all her life!
She had been brought up in a stern and nowise pitiful school. She made neither solemn reflection, nor uttered hope which her theology forbade her to cherish. "Ye think wi' me 'at he's deid dinna ye, Grizzie?" said the laird, in a voice that seemed to himself to intrude on the solemn silence. She removed the handkerchief, and the jaw fell. "He's gane til's accoont," she said.
"True! true!" said the laird, a hopeful gleam beginning to break upon his darkness. "We'll, ye see, laird," Grizzie went on, "I'm no sic a born idiot as think ye wad set the possession o' sic a playock again the yoong laird's edication; sae ye maun hae some rizzon for no meltin' 't doon seem' siller maun aye be worth siller, an' gowd, gien there be eneuch o' 't.
Upon one of these occasions, Grizzie brought from her treasury a tale which the laird remembered his grandmother's saying she too had heard when she was a child, and therewith it came into Cosmo's head to write it out, as nearly as he could, in Grizzle's words, and try a magazine with it.
But while he was thinking in the garden, Grizzie, who knew from Aggie that her secret was such no more, was in dire distress in the kitchen, fearing she had offended the young laird beyond remedy. In great anxiety she kept going every minute to the door, to see if he were not coming in to have his breakfast. But the first she saw of him was his back, as he leaped from the top of the wall.
"God bless ye, sir!" exclaimed Grizzie, and turned towards the house, entirely relieved and satisfied. "But eh, sir!" she cried, turning again, "ye haena broken yer fast the day!" "I'll be back in a feow minutes, an' mak a brakfast o' 't by or'nar'," answered Cosmo, and hastened away up the hill.
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