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Jack Murthly to the man who died?" "Brother's wife!" said Betty, sharply. "I thought you'd ha' known that." "But if nothing is heard of the son, Betty of young Tom Mrs. Murthly's two daughters will have the cottages, won't they?" Betty's scorn made her rattle her stick on the flagged floor. "They ain't daughters! they're only 'alves." "Halves?" said Diana, bewildered.
To the Court, and remained till two; then went to look at the drawings for repairing Murthly, the house of Sir John or James Stewart, now building by Gillespie Graham, and which he has planned after the fashion of James VI.'s reign, a kind of bastard Grecian very fanciful and pretty though. We are to dine with the Skenes to-day. Which we did accordingly, meeting Mr. and Mrs.
"Jack Murthly worn't their father!" A fresh shower of nods. "Yo may take it at that!" "Well, then, who ?" Betty bent hastily forward Diana had placed herself on a stool before her and, thrusting out her wrinkled lips, said, in a hoarse whisper: "Two fathers!" There was a silence. "I don't understand, Betty," said Diana, softly. "Jack was 'is father, all right Tom's in South Africa.
"Did you hear of old Tom Murthly dropping dead in the medder last Thursday?" Diana had just heard of the death of the eccentric old man who for fifty years bachelor and miser had inhabited a dilapidated house in the village. "Well, he did. Yo may take it at that yo may." Them two 'ouses was 'is what stands right be'ind Learoyds', down the village." "Who will they go to now, Betty?"
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