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Updated: June 22, 2025
And thus as he debated and determined in his mind, he was hastening through a country that in another mood would be demanding his attention almost at every step of the way. Ladyfield is at the barren end of the glen barren of trees, but rich in heather, and myrtle, and grass surrounded by full and swelling hills.
Miss Mary was his only link between his dreams, his books, and the common life of the day, and it was she who at last made the move that sent him back to Ladyfield to learn with Cameron the shepherd still there in the interests of the Paymaster who had whimsically remained tenant the trade that was not perhaps best suited for him, but at least came somehow most conveniently to his practice.
"Is that all you have of our news here that you don't know Gilian's farming, or making a show of farming, in Ladyfield? He never took to the Army after all, and an old brag of Mars is very humorous now when I think of it." "I told him he never would," said Nan, with no note of triumph in the accuracy of her prediction.
I wish!" said he all fervent, "I wish could fathom the woman within." "Here she's on the surface," said Nan, a little impatiently, arranging her flowers. And then she looked him straight in the eyes. "Ladyfield seems a poor academy," she said, "if it taught you but to speculate on things unfathomable. I always preferred the doer to the dreamer.
It is a fine place Ladyfield; and how is the goodwife there?" "She is dead," said Gilian hurriedly. "God, and that is a pity too!" said the woman, content now that the news was hers. "You are in the very close you are looking for," and she turned and hurried up the street to spread the news as fast as could be.
Then he turned to his companions and in English "The best woman in the three parishes and the cleverest. She could put her hand to anything and now she's no more. I think that's the last of Ladyfield for me.
They all turned when the Sergeant More spoke, and they saw him push before him into the room the little boy of Ladyfield with his bonnet in his hand and his eyes restless and timid like pigeons at a strange gate fluttering. "Ho!
Does she not grow stupider, Dugald?" said the Cornal. "She does," said the General. "I think she does it to torment us, just." He was tired by this discussion; he turned and walked to the parlour. Miss Mary mustered all her courage, and speaking with great rapidity explained the situation. The boy was the Ladyfield boy; the Paymaster was going to keep him hereafter.
Had they been shepherds, or even the clever gillies that sometimes came to the kitchen of Ladyfield on nights of ceilidh or gossip, he would have felt himself their equal. He would have been comfortable in feeling that however much they might know about the hills, and woods, and wild beasts, it was likely enough better known to himself, who lived among them and loved them.
"There's Donacha Breck's lantern and his wife will be with him. And to-day she was at me for my jelly for a cold! I wish I wish she was not over the door this night; it will be the death of her. To-morrow I must send her over the last of my Ladyfield honey."
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