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Updated: June 15, 2025
A spark of humour flashed to merriment in her eyes and died to a demure ember again before he noticed it. "Here's John Hielan'man," she said to herself, and she recalled, not to Gilian's credit in the comparison, the effrontery of Young Islay.
When the heather was fastened, he took her hand and lifted it to his lips, remembering some inadequate tale in the books of Margot Maclean. "John Hielan'man! John Hielan'man!" she said within herself, and suddenly she tore the white spray from her bosom and threw it passionately at her feet, while tears of vexation ran to her eyes.
Something in his manner attracted her; even his simple deference, though she was saying "John Hielan'man, John Hielan'man!" to herself most of the time and amused if not contemptuous. He was but a farmer little more, indeed, than a shepherd, yet something in his air and all his speech showed him superior to his circumstances.
A recollection of all this having happened before seized them together; she looked at him with a smile upon her lips, and he was master of her thought before she had expressed it. "I know exactly what you are thinking of," he said. "It was the odd thing about you that you often did," she replied. "It's a mercy you do not know it always, John Hielan'man," she thought.
The mind of man is a far more interesting thing than the song of the river I'm thinking, or the trailing of mist. And woman " she laughed and paused. "Well?" He eyed her robust and wholesome figure. "Should I expose my sex, John Hielan'man, or should I not?" she reflected with an amused look in her face yet. "Never bother to look below the surface for us," she said.
"No, I'm no' exactly a'thegether a Hielan'man," Mungo admitted, "though I hae freends con-nekit wi' the auldest clans, and though I'm, in a mainner o' speakin', i' the tail o' Doom, as I was i' the tail o' his faither afore him peace wi' him, he was the grand soger! but Hielan' or Lowland, we gied them their scuds at the 'Forty-five. Scots regiments, sir, a' the warld ower, hae had the best o't for fechtin', marchin', or glory.
And he stood, something of a lout, with nervous hands upon his hips. "It looks very pretty where it is," she answered playfully. "And for what should I be decking myself in the wilderness?" She wanted the obvious compliment, but this was a stock from a kail garden, and "Oh, John Hielan'man!" she cried aloud for the first time. "You promised, you know," he said lamely.
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