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The question was flung at Kinnaird, but Ida saw that it was a relief to him when she answered it. "My father hired him. He was our camp-packer, the man who set up the tents, made the fires, and poled the canoes," she said. Weston stood up and, looking hard at Kinnaird, straightened himself. His face was an unpleasant red, and there was badly-suppressed anger in his eyes.
These two cold-hearted persons, not contented with having driven the daughter of the poor nervous woman from her father's house, both kept pouncing at her, lest she should forget her great misfortune. Write me of their conduct. Do not make any communication of the state of these families at Kinnaird Head, as this would be like Tale-bearing." There is the great word out.
They made very slow progress, while the shadow of the peaks grew blacker and longer across the hills. At length, when they had almost reached the corner, Kinnaird stopped to consider, and the girls sat down with evident alacrity. This time he looked at Weston, and his manner implied that he was willing to consider any views that he or the others might express.
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'I can remember my grandfather and my grandmother the married daughter spoke incredulously 'there was never a gentleman called Kinnaird that any of the family had to do with. I'm sure of that, or I'd have as much as heard the name. The minister shook his head, discounting the certainty.
The daughters sat on the bedside, holding her hands. So they waited, and she seemed to follow the meaning of the psalm as it went on, until suddenly She turned her head feebly towards a space by the bed where no one stood. She drew her aged hands from her daughters', and made as if to stretch them out to a new-comer. She smiled. 'Mr. Kinnaird! she murmured; then she died.
'I suppose, he said, 'that you cannot have heard often from Montreal since you have been in the East. 'No. If my letters are anywhere, it is at the Family Office. I desired them to be forwarded thither from head-quarters, not expecting to be detained here. But, cried Fred with animation, 'what think you of the General actually writing to Mr. Kinnaird from Balaklava?
Paracelsus 1835, Sordello 1840, Bells and Pomegranates 1841, m. to E.B.B. 1846, lives chiefly in Italy till her d., 1861, when he returned to England and continued to write until his d., pub. Traveller, was b. at the family seat of Kinnaird, Perthshire, and ed. at Harrow.
He turned away and left her before she could answer, astonished but a little touched by what she had heard. Still, the gentler impression vanished, and when she informed Major Kinnaird of what had been said she was once more somewhat angry with Stirling. "It is really useless to reason with him," she said. "The man has wholly preposterous views."
It crawled up the slope where they sat, and then stopped and came no higher, leaving the rampart of rock and snow behind them to glimmer coldly blue and gray against the clear green radiance of the evening sky. Kinnaird looked at Weston as if willing to entertain any suggestion. "It's clear that we can't get down," he said. Weston nodded. "I fancy that I could reach the timber, sir," he said.
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