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But Sheila she sat there as one dead; and Mairi, timidly regarding her, wondered what the impassable face and the bewildered, sad eyes meant. Did she not smell the sweet strong smell of the heather? Had she no interest in the great birds that were circling in the air over by the Barbhas mountains?
Don't you know that Scarlett carried me about long before you were born, for you are a mere infant compared with me? and she used to sing to me Ged' bheirte mi' bho'n bhas so, Mho Sheila bheag òg! And that is what she is singing just now in the garden; and Mairi she is bringing the things out of the washing-house.
Mairi she will be writen a letter to you to-morrow, Miss Sheila, and she will be telling you all the news of the house. Mairi waz sayin she will be goin to London when the harvest was got in, and Scarlett will say to her that no one will let her land on the island again if she toesna bring you back with her to the island and to your own house.
This was precisely what he had angled for, and he said, with a show of impatience, "Mairi! How can we take about Mairi to every place? Mairi is a ferry good lass oh yes but she is a servant-lass."
"Now come with me, like a good girl, and get yourself ready for breakfast. Do you know, Mairi, it does my heart good to hear you talk again? I don't think I shall be able to let you go back to the Lewis." "But you hef changed ferry much in your way of speaking, Miss Mrs. Lavender," said Mairi with an effort. "You will speak just like sa English now."
Perhaps it was this composure that deceived Frank Lavender: at all events, he turned and walked out of the house, satisfied that he would not have to introduce this Highland cousin to his friends, and just as certain that Sheila would repent of her resolve and appear in the dining-room as usual. Sheila went down stairs to the kitchen, where Mairi still stood awaiting her.
And yet Sheila she will not go back; and Mairi too, she will be forgetting the ferry sight of her own people; but if you wass coming with us, Mr. Ingram, Sheila she would come too, and it would be ferry good for her whatever." "I have brought you another proposal. Will you take Sheila to see the Tyrol, and I will go with you?" "The Tyrol?" said Mr. Mackenzie.
M'Alpine have a glass of whisky after the night's traveling? and it was very good whisky whatever, as it had come all the way from Stornoway. Mr. M'Alpine was nothing loath. "And wass you pretty well, Miss Sheila?" said Mairi, looking timidly and hastily up, and forgetting altogether that Sheila had another name now.
"Have you asked some washerwoman to lunch?" Sheila managed at last to say, "It is Mairi come from Stornoway. I was thinking you would be surprised to see her when you came in." "And these preparations are for her?" Sheila said nothing: there was that in the tone of her husband's voice which was gradually bringing her to herself, and giving her quite sufficient firmness.
Mairi Chisholm, a Scotch girl eighteen years old, and a young American woman had been left behind in the Furnes Hospital. With them was a stretcher bearer, a man of twenty-eight. A few shells fell into Furnes. The civilian population began running in dismay. The girls climbed up into the tower of the convent to watch the work of the shells.
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