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Updated: May 20, 2025
And there sat Ginevra by the fire! with her pretty feet on a footstool before it: in those days ladies wore open shoes, and showed dainty stockings. Her face looked rosy, but it was from the firelight, for when she turned it towards them, it showed pale as usual. She received them, as always, with the same simple sincerity that had been hers on the bank of the Lorrie burn.
A gran' hoose, like this o' yours an' I'm sure, mem, it cudna be ower gran' to fit yersel', but it's jist some perplexin' to plain fowk like me, 'at's been used to mair room, an' less intill't." Donal was thinking of the meadow on the Lorrie bank. "I was sure of it!" remarked Mrs. Sclater to herself. "One of nature's gentlemen! He would soon be taught."
It had not yet, so far up the valley, encroached on the road; but the torrents on the mountain had already in places much injured it, and with considerable difficulty they crossed some of the new-made gullies. When they approached the bridge, however, by which they must cross the Lorrie to reach the Mains, their worst trouble lay before them.
All night Angus watched, peering out ever again into the darkness, but seeing nothing save three lights that burned above the water one of them, he thought, at the Mains. The other two went out in the darkness, but that only in the dawn. When the morning came, there was the Glashburn meeting the Lorrie in his garden.
"Whan saw ye Donal?" asked Janet of Nicie. "No this lang time no sin' I was here last," answered Nicie, who did not now get home so often as the rest. "I was thinkin'," returned her mother, "ye sud 'maist see him noo frae the back o' the muckle hoose; for he was tellin' me he was wi' the nowt' i' the new meadow upo' the Lorrie bank, 'at missie's papa boucht frae Jeames Glass."
She had ordered no coal and she wanted no coal, but still the coal men came a veritable pest of them. They kept coming, too, until she discovered that little John was the author of their grimy pilgrimages to our door. He was signalling every passing lorrie from the window in the Glasgow coal code!
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