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Please don't bother besides." "My poor darling! Let me rub it. There, you might trust Mother Carey! She would not tell Mr. Ogilvie, nor get any one into trouble." "I promised, mother. Don't!" And no persuasions could draw anything from him but tears. Indeed he was so feverish and in so much pain that she called in Dr.
"Ah! he is a great hero of yours?" said Flora. "Do you know him?" said Meta. "No; but he is a great friend of Norman's, and a Scottish cousin Norman Ogilvie. Norman has his name from the Ogilvies." "Our grandmother, Mrs. Mackenzie, was a daughter of Lord Glenbracken," said Flora. "This man might be called the Master of Glenbracken at home," said Ethel.
The maid who came out from England with Mrs. Ogilvie left her because she objected to the sea-voyage. It seems that the poor thing was so ill that she never appeared the whole time, and as soon as the ship touched port she went straight back to England by land.
Ogilvie had a more graceful spring and a longer breath, but Peter always insisted that his inferiority to the minister was a voluntary concession to the Dominie's superior dignity. It was, however, a rivalry that always ended in a firmer grip at parting. These little festivals, in which young and old freely mingled, cultivated to perfection the best and kindest feelings of both classes.
Why this strange indifference to the very occupations that used to be the chief interest of his life? He would not go out after the deer; the velvet would be on their horns yet. He would not go out after the grouse: what was the use of disturbing them before Mr. Ogilvie came up? "I am in no hurry," he said, almost petulantly.
"Only she can't get into it till Lady Day. And I wanted to ask you, Mr. Ogilvie, do you know anything about expenses down at your place? What would tolerable lodgings be likely to come to, rent of rooms, I mean, for my mother and the two young ones. Armie has not wintered in England since that Swiss adventure of ours, and I suppose St. Cradocke's would be as good a place for him as any."
Ogilvie had been in quite out-of-the-way parts of the country; but she spoke the language perfectly, and I believe I used to hear that she had Spanish blood in her veins. 'Yes; she had property at Granada, and beyond where the railway now extends, in some of the more southern provinces, hazarded Mr. Semple.
Before returning home I found Mr Hayward, who, with Harry, has gone over to Ogilvie to give information of the blacks being in the neighbourhood." "But what if they should come here while our husbands are away?" exclaimed Mrs Berrington, trembling with alarm.
Ogilvie with an assured politeness that was typical of his new found ease; and when he started on his long walk back to Slowbridge he felt inclined to leap in the air and wake with shouts the slumberous Sabbath afternoon, proclaiming the glory of life, the joy of living.
I would give everything I possess in the world to see her face once more ay, to be in the same town where she is. I read the papers, trying to find out where she is. Morning and night it is the same a fire, burning and burning, of impatience, and misery, and a craving just to see her face and hear her speak." Ogilvie did not know what to say.
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