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Mistress Inchbare looked at her, with the exact measure of compassionate interest which she might have shown if she had been looking at a stray dog who had fallen footsore at the door of the inn. "Weel! weel! sae let it be. Bide awhile, and rest ye. We'll no' chairge ye for that and we'll see if your husband comes. I'll just let the rooms, mistress, to him,, instead o' lettin' them to you.

A haitch o' eggs if I can come by naething else." "There is something else you would prefer to a hatch of eggs?" "I wad prefer," said Mrs. Inchbare, modestly, "a cock and twa pullets." "Open the case on the table behind you," said Lady Lundie, "and you will find some writing paper inside. Give me a sheet of it and the pencil out of the tray." Eagerly watched by Mrs.

The shooting-party left Windygates. "YE'LL just permit me to remind ye again, young leddy, that the hottle's full exceptin' only this settin'-room, and the bedchamber yonder belonging to it." So spoke "Mistress Inchbare," landlady of the Craig Fernie Inn, to Anne Silvester, standing in the parlor, purse in hand, and offering the price of the two rooms before she claimed permission to occupy them.

Inchbare, deferentially backing out into the passage again. Blanche's voice reached them, calling for Anne. Anne caught Arnold by the hand and wrung it hard. "Go!" she whispered. The next instant she was at the mantle-piece, and had blown out both the candles. Another flash of lightning came through the darkness, and showed Blanche's figure standing at the door.

Inchbare not to interrupt the services she was rendering to Blanche, Anne passed quickly into the sitting-room, and closed the door behind her. To her infinite relief, she only found herself face to face with the discreet Mr. Bishopriggs. "What do you want?" she asked. The eye of Mr. Bishopriggs announced, by a wink, that his mission was of a confidential nature. The hand of Mr.

"I asked her to describe the gentleman who was with Miss Silvester. Mrs. "He is not the person who passed Miss Silvester off as his wife at Craig Fernie. He spoke the truth when he described the case to me as the case of a friend." "But who is the friend?" persisted Blanche. "That's what I want to know." "That's what I want to know, too." "Tell me exactly, uncle, what Mrs. Inchbare said.

MRS. INCHBARE was the first person who acted in the emergency. She called for lights; and sternly rebuked the house-maid, who brought them, for not having closed the house door. "Ye feckless ne'er-do-weel!" cried the landlady; "the wind's blawn the candles oot." An awkward dispute might have ensued if Blanche had not diverted Mrs. Inchbare's attention to herself.

The country about Craig Fernie, mountain on one side and moor on the other, held no second house of public entertainment, for miles and miles round, at any point of the compass. No rambling individual but the helpless British Tourist wanted food and shelter from strangers in that part of Scotland; and nobody but Mistress Inchbare had food and shelter to sell.

Inchbare, and has left his situation; that is another event. As to the letter first. It is either really lost, or it has been stolen. In either case, if we can lay our hands on it, there is at least a chance of its helping us to discover something. As to Bishopriggs, next " "You're not going to talk about the waiter, surely?" "I am! Bishopriggs possesses two important merits.

Mrs. Inchbare made her appearance, courtesying deferentially; amazed at the condescension which admitted her within the hallowed precincts of Lady Lundie's room. "Take a chair," said her ladyship, graciously. "I am suffering from illness, as you perceive." "My certie! sick or well, yer leddyship's a braw sight to see!" returned Mrs.

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