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So Marget showed such a hurry about her household affairs as made Janet uncomfortable, and she rose with a little offence and said abruptly: "I must be going. I have the kirkyard to pass; and between the day and the dark it is but a mournful spot" "It is that," answered Marget. "Folks should not be on the road when the bodiless walk. They might be in their way, and so get ill to themselves."
Once, John, who thirsted always for information, and mindful of a point that had struck him in the chapter at morning prayers, said: "Miss Aitken, are you any relation to Achan-in-the-Camp?" Miss Elspeth, looking quizzically at her sister, answered for her: "Dod! Marget, I wouldna wonder but what ye micht hae been tempted by the Babylonish garment!"
"Tammas, ma puir fallow, if it could avail, a' tell ye a' wud lay doon this auld worn-oot ruckle o' a body o' mine juist tae see ye baith sittin' at the fireside, an' the bairns roond ye, couthy an' canty again; but it's no tae be, Tammas, it's no tae be." "When a' lookit at the doctor's face," Marget said, "a' thocht him the winsomest man a' ever saw.
"Never," said Marget, "and never can; it's hard wark for me to keep frae hating that man, dead or alive. Geordie gripped me wi' baith his wee airms round my neck, and he cries over and over and over again, 'Is yon God?" Ye asked me: "'Am I a guid mother tae ye? and when I could dae naethin' but hold, ye said, 'Be sure God maun be a hantle kinder.
Christina has her five senses." "No doubt. And she is to have a floor of her own and all things convenient; so there is comfort and safety in the like of that." "What for are you worrying yourself then?" "There's contingencies, Marget, contingencies. And you know Christina is my one lassie, and I am sore to lose her. But 'lack a day! we cannot stop the clock.
A servant lass bent over a window in the dwelling of Marget Maclean and smiled upon a young fisherman who went up the middle of the street, noisily in knee-high boots. The afternoon was glorious with sun. If the lambs were still wailing when Gilian got back to Ladyfield he never heard them. Was the glen as sad and empty as before? Then he was absent, indeed!
Last night she had fancied Marget told her of Flora Thompson's betrothal with an air of pity for Christina; there was now a delightful retaliation in her power. But she put on an expression of dignified resignation, rather than one of pleasure, when she made known the fact of Christina's approaching marriage. "I am glad to hear tell of it," said Marget frankly.
Nikolaus said: "Father Peter, with the exception of the astrologer you haven't a real enemy in the village nor Marget, either. And not even a half-enemy that's rich enough to chance eleven hundred ducats to do you a mean turn. I'll ask you if that's so or not?" He couldn't get around that argument, and it cheered him up. "But it isn't mine, you see it isn't mine, in any case."
Yes, everybody was there except the accused. He was too feeble in body for the strain. But Marget was present, and keeping up her hope and her spirit the best she could. The money was present, too. It was emptied on the table, and was handled and caressed and examined by such as were privileged. The astrologer was put in the witness-box. He had on his best hat and robe for the occasion.
You blind buzzard, do you not know I mean pretty Mrs. Marget?" "Umph!" answered Tunstall, dryly. A flash of anger, not unmingled with suspicion, shot from Jenkin's keen black eyes. "Umph! and what signifies umph? I am not the first 'prentice has married his master's daughter, I suppose?" "They kept their own secret, I fancy," said Tunstall, "at least till they were out of their time."
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