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"I trust you've brought me back my lady, MacPhail," she said; then added, thawing into something like jocularity, "I shouldn't have looked to you to go running away with her." "I left my lady at Lady Clementina Thornicroft's an hour ago" answered Malcolm. "Oh, of course! Lady Clem's everything now." "I believe my lady's not coming home till tomorrow," said Malcolm.
One or two white men came and talked to them in undertones. Dr Macphail told them again what he knew of the tragedy. At last the door was quietly opened and Mrs Davidson came out. Silence fell upon them. "I'm ready to go back now," she said. Her voice was hard and steady. Dr Macphail could not understand the look in her eyes. Her pale face was very stern.
Next day Mrs Davidson was pale and tired. She complained of headache, and she looked old and wizened. She told Mrs Macphail that the missionary had not slept at all; he had passed the night in a state of frightful agitation and at five had got up and gone out. A glass of beer had been thrown over him and his clothes were stained and stinking.
So far as Dr Macphail was concerned, his pity and his resentment were alike extinguished by his desire to be rid of the unfortunate woman. The inevitable must be accepted. He felt he would breathe more freely when the ship had sailed. Sadie Thompson was to be escorted on board by a clerk in the governor's office.
"It's the richt thing ony gait." "You presume on this foolish report about you, I suppose, MacPhail," said his lordship; "but that won't do." "God forgie ye, my lord, for I hae ill duin' 't!" He left them and walked down to the foamy lip of the tide, which was just waking up from its faint recession.
But the other night comes a Highland quean of a lass, and she flashes, God kens what, out at the eastmost window of Mrs. MacPhail's house, that's the superior tenement. I believe the auld women wad hae agreed, for Luckie MacPhail sent down the lass to tell my friend Mrs.
He was not certain yet how definitely Macphail stood on the missionary's side. "The missionaries are in with one another," he said, hesitatingly. "If they get it in for a trader he may just as well shut up his store and quit." "Did he want you to turn her out?" "No, he said so long as she behaved herself he couldn't ask me to do that. He said he wanted to be just to me.
At first she was sorry that she had not told her father of it, and had the ruin searched; but when she thought of the communication the woman had made to her, she came to the conclusion that it was, for various reasons not to mention the probability that he would have set it all down to the workings of an unavoidably excited nervous condition better that she should mention it to no one but Duncan MacPhail.
Malcolm continued silent, for a good many people were within hearing, whom he did not wish to see amused with the remarks certain to follow any he could make. But Mr Graham, who happened to be walking near the old man on the other side, out of pure politeness made a partial response. "Yes, Mr MacPhail," he said, "it was a grand text." "Yes, and it wass'll pe a cran' sairmon," persisted Duncan.
"I'm not afraid," she answered, but looked as if she would cry. "Of course you will not tell anyone." "I will not, Mr MacPhail." "You are trusting me a great deal, Rose; but I am trusting you too more than you think. Be off with that bag, Davy, and be here at six tomorrow morning, to carry this young woman's for her." Davy vanished.
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