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It is na decent for a strange mon to gae into a leddy's chamber!" cried Rose, springing before him to bar his entrance. "Never mind her, Mr. Pryor; I'll take care of her," said the man called Perkins, as with a firm hand he laid hold of his prisoner, and forced her, screaming, scratching, and resisting with all her might from the door.
John Wingfield, Sr. sat for hours under Dr. Patterson's umbrella-tree in moody absorption. He talked to all who would talk to him. Always he was asking about the duel in the arroyo which was fought in Jack's way. He could not hear enough of it; and later he almost attached himself to the one eye-witness of the final duel, which had been fought in Leddy's way.
"You must take care of her when I am gone, Malcolm, murmured the marquis; and his voice was now gentle with sadness and broken with misery. "Me, my lord!" returned Malcolm. "Wha wad min' me? An' what cud I du wi' her? I cudna even haud her ohn wat her feet. Her leddy's maid cud du mair wi' her though I wad lay doon my life for her, as I tauld ye, my lord an' she kens 't weel eneuch."
She would say to him, in answer to his request for soap and a towel, "An' is it soap yer a wantin'? I tell yer that that same is not to the fore; bating the throuble of making, it's little soap that the misthress can get to wash the clothes for us and the childher, widout yer wastin' it in makin' yer purty skin as white as a leddy's.
Jack listened to the hoof-beats on the soft earth dying away and then crept up beside Firio on the bank and gazed into the black wall in the direction of the cotton-woods. A slight glow in the basin, which must be Leddy's camp-fire, was the only sign of life in the neighborhood. The silence was profound. He had not spoken a word to Firio.
He dropped the subject of the landlady, and put in a plea for himself. "I ha' lookit after a' the leddy's little comforts, Sir," he whispered. "Trust in me! trust in me!" Arnold's attention was absorbed in the very serious difficulty of announcing his arrival to Anne. "How am I to get her out?" he said to himself, with a look of perplexity directed at the bedroom door.
"Because, ye see," pursued John, "I was ae day here i' the gairden an' I was jist graftin' a bonny wull rose-buss wi' a Hector o' France an' it grew to be the bonniest rose-buss in a' the haill gairden whan the markis no the auld markis, but my leddy's father cam' up the walk there, an' a bonny yoong leddy wi' his lordship, as it micht be yersel's twa an' I beg your pardon, my leddy, but I'm an auld man noo, an' whiles forgets the differs atween fowk an' this yoong leddy 'at they ca'd Miss Cam'ell ye kenned her yersel' efterhin', I daur say, Ma'colm he was unco ta'en wi' her, the markis, as ilka body cud see ohn luikit that near, sae 'at some said 'at hoo he hed no richt to gang on wi' her that gait, garrin' her believe, gien he wasna gaein' to merry her.
Everything seemed about to come right again. But his master remained silent. "I houp my leddy's weel," ventured Malcolm at length. "Quite well. She's with Lady Bellair, in Edinburgh." Lady Bellair was the bold faced countess. "I dinna like her," said Malcolm. "Who the devil asked you to like her?" said the marquis. But he laughed as he said it. "I beg yer lordship's pardon," returned Malcolm.
"Weel, laird," replied Grizzie, "it's naething but the guidman's milk; an' gien ye dinna ken what's guid for ye at your time o' life, it's weel there sud be anither 'at does. What has a man o' your 'ears to du drinkin' soor milk eneuch to turn a' soor thegither i' the inside o' ye! It's true I win' ye weel a sma' bairn i' my leddy's airms "Ye may weel du that!" interrupted her mistress.
Barclay's: was he to be treated as one who did not know what he was about! 'Hoots, my man! said David gently, 'there's no occasion to put a water-chain upo' the bonny beastie: he has a mou like a leddy's! and to hae 't linkit up sae ticht is naething less nor tortur til 'im!
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