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"Oh, my good gracious!" muttered the kind old man; but whether the exclamation was caused by Mysie's face, pale, no doubt, by the effort necessary to raise her half-fainting figure, or by the idea of the peril in which she had been, did not appear.
However, in about a quarter of an hour there was a ring at the door, and in another moment Mysie and Gillian were hugging one smother, Valetta hanging round Mysie's neck, Fergus pulling down her arm.
Mysie on this crept quietly into the room, full of hope of escape, but Dolores was anything but asleep. 'Oh, are you come, Mysie? Now you'll go on with the story. I tried, but my eyes ache at the back of them, and I can't. Mysie's fate was sealed. She sat down by the fire and took up the book, 'A Story for the Schoolroom, one of the new ones given from the Tree.
It was made i' the first o' fashion, a' drawn i' the briest, an' shuders as big's smokit hams, wi' Mysie's bit facie lookin' oot atween them, like's she was sittin' in an auld-fashioned easychair. But, of coorse, I never bather my heid aboot what wey fowk's dressed. Mistress Mollison was juist as assorted as uswal.
Of course, all this was only a question of time; but certain it is, that by-and-by the mother could see some connection between Mysie's being more seldom out on those moonlight nights than formerly, and a greater paleness in her thin face, as if the one had been the cause of the other.
The result in Mysie's case would be this not that she would call evil good and good evil, but that she would take the beautiful for the true and the outer shows of goodness for goodness itself not the worst result, but bad enough, and involving an awful amount of suffering and possibly of defilement.
Mine is a copy-book, and Fergus's is the spinning-top-engines, and rule of three; and Val's is a crewel battle cushion and not crying; and Mysie's is German stories and manners; and what's yours, Gill? 'Gill is so grown up, she is too good to want an inside thing' announced Primrose.
Then, stopping to ask no questions, 'Ye see I'm to hae a name o' my ain efter a', he said, with a face which looked even handsome in the light of his gladness. Robert shook hands with him, and wished him joy heartily. 'Wha wad hae thocht it, Shargar, he added, 'that day 'at ye pat bonnets for hose upo' Black Geordie's huves? The butler announced the Marquis of Boarshead. Mysie's eyes flashed.
"Speak out, you old fool," replied his master, "and let me know the best and the worst at once." "Ou, the best and the warst is, just that the tower is standing hail and feir, as safe and as empty as when ye left it." "Indeed! and the fire?" said Ravenswood. "Not a gleed of fire, then, except the bit kindling peat, and maybe a spunk in Mysie's cutty-pipe," replied Caleb.
And lifts its proud head to disclose Its immaculate beauty and being. I can see your fine soul in repose, With an eye lit with love and all-seeing, In the passionate heart of the rose, All athrob with its beauty of being." He quoted, and Mysie's pulse leapt with every word, as the low soothing wooing of his voice came in soft tones like a gentle breeze among clumps of briars.
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