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During its progress, Phemy Craig paid rather a lengthened visit to Corbyknowe, and often joined the two in their labour on the Horn. She was not very strong, but would carry a good deal in the course of the day; and through this association with Steenie, her dread of him gradually vanished, and they became comrades.
Gordon of castle Weelset. 'I winna lat ye pass, answered Kirsty; that is, no til ye hear what I hae to say to ye. 'Then you must take the consequences! rejoined Phemy, and, in the hope that her lover would prove within earshot, began a piercing scream. It roused something in Kirsty which she could not afterward identify: she was sure it had nothing to do with anger.
Iphy certainly does get off the greater number, and I'm told crosses quite as often as Phemy, but then she has the advantage of a bolder and larger hand." "Do they write to you?" "Oh, dear no. I don't think they ever write to any relative. They don't discuss family affairs and such topics as that. Architecture goes a long way with them, and whether women ought to be clerks in public offices.
And besides these there was Nan Scantlebury she took Bess Rablin's oar the second year, Bess being a bit too fond of lifting her elbow, which affected her health and Phemy Sullivan, an Irishwoman, and Long Eliza's half-sister Charlotte Prowse, and Rebecca Tucker, and Susan Trebilcock, that everybody called "Apern," and a dozen more maybe: powerful women every one, and proud of it.
With a childish air of abstraction, Phemy rose and began, as of old in the house, to busy herself, and Kirsty felt much relieved. 'But, oh, she said to herself, 'the sairness o' that wee herty i' the inside o' her! Phemy never spoke, and went about her work mechanically. When at length Mrs. Barclay came into the kitchen, Kirsty thought it better to leave them together, and went to find Steenie.
"Weel, ye sudna ha' gane near them again," persisted the little woman. "Wha kent but they kent whaur I cam frae?" persisted the laird. "Sit ye doon, sir, an' lat's hae a word aboot it," said Malcolm cheerily. The laird cast a doubting look at Phemy. "Ay, sit doon," said Phemy.
Her resolve had been from the first, if Phemy would not listen, to carry her, like the unmanageable child she was, home to the mother whose voice had always been to herself the oracle of God.
Phemy wept aloud, but did not try to escape. 'And him gaein to promise this verra nicht 'at he would merry me! she cried, but through her tears and sobs her words were indistinct. Kirsty stopped, and faced round on her. 'He promised to merry ye? she said. 'I didna say that; I said he was gaein to promise the nicht. And noo he'll be gane, and never a word said!
What if it were Phemy! he thought as he struggled on. Then he would have the beautiful thing all to himself! But this was a dead thing, he feared only a thing, and no woman at all! Of course it couldn't be Phemy! She was at home, asleep in her father's house! He had always shrunk from death; even a dead mouse he could not touch without a shudder; but this was a woman, and might come alive!
I thought the grave was a better place. I hae lain safter afore I dee'd! Phemy! Phemy! Rin, Phemy, rin! I s' bide wi' them this time. Ye rin, Phemy!" As it grew dark, the air turned very chill, and snow began to fall thick and fast Malcolm laid a few sticks on the smouldering peat fire, but they were damp and did not catch.
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