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I introduced Satan that is, Philip Traum and we sat down and talked. There was no constraint. We were simple folk, in our village, and when a stranger was a pleasant person we were soon friends. Marget wondered how we got in without her hearing us. Traum said the door was open, and we walked in and waited until she should turn around and greet us.
I trust that your good man here is not jealous, for beauty, you well do ken, ever sends the wits of a Douglas woolgathering. At this the dame cast up her hands and her eyes again. "Eh, what will Marget Ahanny o' the Shankfit say noo this frae the Yerl William. Eh, sirce, this is better than an Abbot's absolution. I declare 'tis mair sustainin' than a' the consolations o' religion.
"I tell you what it is, Frank," answered Jenkin, sharply, "that may be the fashion of you gentlefolks, that are taught from your biggin to carry two faces under the same hood, but it shall never be mine." "There are the stairs, then," said Tunstall, coolly; "go up and ask Mrs. Marget of our master just now, and see what sort of a face he will wear under his hood."
"Promise her good pay," said Mrs. Stanhope, eagerly. "I will give the mother whatever she asks, if she will let me have the girl." Mrs. Stein was so delighted with such a prospect for Elsli that she started out immediately to see what Marget would say to it, accompanying Mrs. Stanhope for some distance on her way home, and then turning off on the lane that led to Heiri's cottage.
Neither the doctor nor Jess moved hand or foot, but their hearts were with their fellow-creature, and at length the doctor made a sign to Marget Howe, who had come out in search of Tammas, and now stood by his side. "Dinna mourn tae the brakin' o' yir hert, Tammas," she said, "as if Annie an' you hed never luved.
And perhaps it was out of a little feeling of weariness of the theme, that Marget finally reminded her friend that she would be "lonely enough wanting her daughter," adding, "I was hearing too, that Andrew is not to be kept single much longer; and it will be what no one expects if Sophy Traill ever fills Christina's shoes." "Sophy is well enough," answered Janet with a touch of pride.
All her doubts had fled. Jamie had spoken out like a man, he had the best of prospects, and the wedding was likely to be something beyond a simple fisherman's bridal. She could hardly wait until the day's work was over, and the evening far enough advanced for a gossiping call on her crony, Marget Roy.
"No," replied Ursula, "but Dame Judith is at home and the strange lady, whom they call Master Heriot's ghost she never goes abroad." "It is very true, Dame Suddlechop," said Jenkin; "and I believe you have guessed right they say that lady has coin at will; and if Marget can get a handful of fairy-gold, why, she is free to throw it away at will."
He was Black Duncan, the swimmer, fighting hard for life between the ship and the shore; he was the girl, with wet hair flapping blindly at the eyes, clinging with bleeding finger-nails to the rough shells that clustered on the rock. It was horrible, horrible! And then many tales from the shelves of Marget Maclean came to his memory where one in such circumstances had done a brave thing.
And marriage is like death it is what we must all come to." "Well Janet, your Christina has been long spared from it. She'll be past twenty, I'm thinking." "Christina has had her offers, Marget. But what will you? We must all wait for the right man, or go to the de'il with the wrong one."
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