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"Hamish's disgrace may come out any day; he may still be brought to trial for it. His wife's brother! and he attached to the cathedral. No, it would never do. William," she said, aloud, "we must part." "Part?" echoed Mr. Yorke, as the words issued faintly from her trembling lips. Tears rose to her eyes; it was with difficulty she kept them from falling.
Now what was Hamish's answer to this gay invitation? The Gaelic tongue is almost devoid of those meaningless expletives which, in other languages, express mere annoyance of temper; when a Highlander swears, he usually swears in English. But the Gaelic curse is a much more solemn and deliberate affair.
"Hamish, you are speaking like a foolish man," said Janet Macleod to him. "You will wait here now till I go to Sir Keith." She went to him. "Keith," said she, "do you know that you have nearly broken old Hamish's heart?" "What is the matter?" said he, looking up in wonder.
"Did I not tell you you would be frightened?" Colin Laing said. "I am not frightened at all," Hamish answered, indignantly. But as the train began to move more quickly, Hamish's hands, that held firmly by the wooden seat on which he was sitting, tightened and still further tightened their grasp, and his teeth got clinched, while there was an anxious look in his eyes.
"Oh, I dare say it will clear," said he, shyly; and he endeavored to make light of Hamish's assertions that they were "ferry pretty shots ferry good shots; and it was always a right thing to put cartridges in the barrels at the door of a house, for no one could tell what might be close to the house; and he was sure that Mr.
Hamish showed himself as busy as the rest; but Hamish felt all the while upon a bed of thorns, for the hands of the timepiece were veering on for five, and he must get the communication over before Tom came in. At length Mrs. Channing went up to her room, accompanied by Constance; Annabel followed. And now came Hamish's opportunity. Arthur had gone back to Mr.
Judith who, truth to say, did look very much after Charley, loved him and indulged him wasted no more words on infidel Tom, but went straight up to Hamish's room, and knocked at the door. Hamish was in it, at his writing-table as usual, and Judith heard a drawer opened and shut before he came to her. "Mr. Hamish, it's very queer about the child!" said Judith. "I don't half like it." "What!
Now, if you and Arthur will help, it may be easy. Oh, Hamish, it would be worth any effort any struggle. Think how it would be rewarded. Papa restored to health! to freedom from pain!" A look of positive pain seated itself on Hamish's brow. "Yes," he sighed, "I wish it could be done." "But you do not speak hopefully." "Because, if I must tell you the truth, I do not feel hopefully.
It was one of Hamish's stock complaints, often preferred in their former home when visitors were an intrusion and their long lingering a bore, that if the Enemy of Mankind himself should call, Odalie would be able to muster a smile, and request him to be seated, and offer him a fan of her best turkey feathers, and civilly hope that the climate of his residence was not oppressive to him!
About a twelvemonth ago I'm sure its not far short of it I took to notice that the light in Mr. Hamish's chamber wasn't put out so soon as it was in the other rooms. So, one night, when I was half-crazy with that face-ache you remember my having it, Miss Constance? and knew I shouldn't get to sleep, if I lay down, I thought I'd just see how long he kept it in.
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