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Updated: May 21, 2025
Mysie's experience of life had been gleaned from the love stories of earls and lords marrying governesses and ladies' maids after a swift and very eventful courtship. Already she saw herself Peter's wife, her carriage coming at her order, everyone serving her and she the queen of all the district.
"We dinna' usually start lasses as wee as Mysie," replied Walker, eyeing the children with an amused smile, "but we need twa or three laddies to the tables to help the women to pick stones." Mysie's face showed her keen disappointment. She knew that it was not customary for girls to be employed as young as she was; and Robert noted her disappointed look as well.
Halfpenny, who did not like to have to separate Mysie's clothes from the rest after they were packed, rather favoured this naughtiness by observing: 'The old blue merino might stay at home. Miss Mysie would be too set up to wear that among her fine folk. Set her up, that she should have all the treats, while her own Miss Gillian was turned over to the auld aunties!
Before this she had felt no fear, only perplexity; but the sight of those cruel rocks below, the hollow booming of the waves, as they lashed the foot of the cliff, the consciousness that a fall of a hundred feet awaited her, should she let go her hold, all this struck terror to Mysie's heart; and while a heavy, confused noise came throbbing and ringing through her head, she shut her eyes, and fancied she had seen her last of earth.
And he won't have the carriage, for he says it would shake his bones ever so much more than Shank's mare. 'Just like him, said Aunt Jane. 'Has Dr. Dagger given him leave? 'Yes; he said it wouldn't hurt him; but Lady Rotherwood told Miss Elbury she was sure he persuaded him. Mysie's confused pronouns were cut short by Lord Rotherwood's own appearance. 'You need not go, Jane, he said.
He denied stoutly all intercourse with Mysie, except an occasional walk in the Hunter's Bog; and this he would have denied also, but he knew that he had been seen, and that it would be sworn to by others. And then came the last question, which Mr. Greerson, Mysie's advocate, put in utter hopelessness.
The noises outside; the glare of the street, lamps, the tier upon tier of houses, piled on top of each other, as she looked from the window at the tall buildings, and the Castle Rock, grim and gray, looking down in silence upon the whole city, but added to Mysie's confusion of mind.
"There was gude and bad then, as now, gudeman." Mysie's face had a dour, determined look that no one had ever seen on it before. Andrew began to feel irritated at her. "What do you want, woman?" he said sternly. "I want my bairn, Andrew Cargill." "Your bairn is i' some far-awa country, squandering his share o' Paradise wi' publicans and sinners."
Mysie's eyes grew wider and wider as she listened. When it was over, 'Did ye write that sang yersel', Mr. Ericson? asked Robert. 'No, answered Ericson. 'An old shepherd up in our parts used to say it to me when I was a boy. 'Didna he sing 't? Robert questioned further. 'No, he didn't.
Robert, on the other hand, as is the prerogative of the man, soon forgot all about his disappointment at Mysie's seeming want of interest in his affairs, and was busy with his preparations for the next day.
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