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Updated: May 10, 2025
The message read: I'll come to your house at eight this evening. Better see me for Missie's sake. It was signed by Durand. When Jerry called he was admitted. Whitford met him with chill hostility. He held the telegram in his hand. "What does this message mean?" he asked bluntly. "Your daughter's engaged to Bromfield, ain't she?" demanded the ex-prize-fighter, his bulbous eyes full on his host.
The anxious maid hid her fear in a never-ending, sotto voce invective against the Pharaohs and their descendants down to the present generation, as they all hunted vainly for the bit of paper; then she stood helplessly in the middle of the room and apostrophised the dog: "You know where your missie's gone to. Why don't you help us, instead of lying there growling?"
The Missie's window is easy to open, also I am sure she would be pleased to see you." "Be silent," I said. "I am going to sleep. Wake me an hour before the cock-crow and, stay see that the horses have got out of the kraal so that you cannot find them too easily in case the Reverend wishes to start very early. But do not let them wander far, for here we are no welcome guests." "Yes, baas.
And maybe it'll help you to get back missie's ring for her, and with that I awoke. But oh, granny," I went on, "it can't be all a dream, for look here," and I held out my hand to her, "I have got something see I've got a real little piece of money." 'And that very coin is the one I've worn round my neck for all these many, many years. 'What did your granny say? asked the children breathlessly.
There came a disappointment the very first thing. Hales, the housemaid, threw open the door of a large, rather gloomy-looking bedroom, where a fire was burning and candles already lighted. 'Your room, ma'am, she said. 'Missie's she hesitated. 'Miss Wingfield's, said granny. 'Miss Wingfield's, Hales repeated, 'is on the next floor but one. Grandmamma looked uneasy.
"Reckon Little Missie's jest done bewitched 'em," responded Bob, as he poured batter into his pans. A moment later Barbara, with a face that had not yet relaxed its look of intense earnestness, returned to the fire, and resumed her work over the frying pans. "Thank you, Mr. Duncan," was all she said in recognition of his service as a maker of griddle cakes.
"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."
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