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She determined to send for him, on business, and then to try her fascinations upon him, to draw him out, and see if he held her secret. "Aha!" thought the Squire, as he received the message, "she comes to her senses! Give a woman like Mrs. Kinloch time enough to consider, and she will not turn her back on her true interest. O Theophilus, you are not by any means a fool!
Kinloch, "I want the young man to remember the blacksmith's shop that he came from, and get over his ridiculous notion of looking up to our family." "Oh ho!" said Mr. Clamp, "that is it? Well, you are a sagacious woman," looking at her with unfeigned admiration. "I can see through a millstone, when there is a hole in it," said Mrs. Kinloch. "And I mean to stop this nonsense."
"Do they, indeed? Well, now, that's a shrewd conjecture. Then you think Lucy didn't drown herself?" "She? By no means!" "But what can I do in the matter, Mrs. Kinloch?" "We must find Lucy, or else discover her confidant," looking fixedly at him. "Not very easy to do," said he, never once wincing under her scrutiny. "Not easy for me. But those that hide can find.
I do not speak of the punishment which the fraud merits, but of the rights which are now vested in me. First, I am desired to ask after the plate, jewels, furs, and wardrobe of the first Mrs. Kinloch." Mrs. Clamp was silent. A word let fall by Lucy suddenly flashed into Mark's mind, and he intimated to the haughty woman his purpose to go into the east front-chamber.
Alford's, pondering much on the strange events that had perplexed the usually quiet village. He reached the house, after a brief walk, and was met by Aunt Mercy, the portly mistress, but with something less than her accustomed cordiality. "Miss Kinloch is not able to see company," she said, "and must be excused." Mark poured forth a torrent of questions, to which Mrs.
You have everything in your favor, and if you don't take the fortune that lies right in your path, you deserve to go to the poor-house." Hugh meditated. "Good-morning," said Mrs. Kinloch. "You know the horse and carriage, or the saddle-ponies, are always yours when you want to use them." Great discoveries seem always so simple, that we wonder they were not made from the first.
"Yes'm; after dinner I thought of it and hurried right off; but granny was sick and foolish, and didn't want to let me come away, so I couldn't get back as quick as I meant to." "Well, you can go to the kitchen." "Yes'm." "I must keep an eye on that girl," thought Mrs. Kinloch. "She is easily persuaded, fickle, without strong sense, and with only a very shallow kind of cunning.
Rook says that Torchlight is a dangerous man, and will lead the churches off into infidelity." "Yes, Mrs. Kinloch, the free-thinking of this age is the fruitful parent of all evil, of Mormonism, Unitarianism, Spiritualism, and of all those forms of error which seek to overthrow" There was a crash in the china-closet. Mrs.
Kinloch gave the young man some counsel, drawn from her own experience or observation, touching the proper mode of awakening and cultivating the tender passion. It is not every mother that does so much for her son, but then few mothers have so urgent a motive. "What was it that she advised him to do," did you ask? Really, I've quite forgotten; and I am sure Mrs.
John Balfour of Kinloch, or Burley, for he is designated both ways in the histories and proclamations of that melancholy period, was a gentleman of some fortune, and of good family, in the county of Fife, and had been a soldier from his youth upwards.
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