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Updated: May 29, 2025
There was a good garden attached to it and a small greenhouse to save the potted plants in the winter. Ragnor had ordered its furniture from a famous maker in Aberdeen, and Rahal was attending with love and skill to all those incidentals of modern housekeeping, usually included in such words as silver, china, napery, ornaments, and kitchen-utensils.
Still the two weeks went slowly away and it was a full day past this fixed time, and the ships were not in port nor even in sight, nor had any late news come from them. In the one letter which Rahal had received from her son he said: "The enlistment has been very satisfactory; our return may be even a day earlier than we expected."
"Art thou waking yet, Rahal?" he asked, and Rahal answered, "I have slept little. I have been long awake." "Well then, what dost thou think now of Ian Macrae, so-called?" "I think little amiss of him some youthful follies nothing to make a fuss about." "Hast thou considered that the follies of youth may become the follies of manhood, and of age? What then?"
"I seem at this very hour to have just found myself and my senses." "What is all the fuss about, Ian?" asked Rahal. "England has gone to war at the long last with the cruel, crafty black Bear of the North." "Well then, it is full time she did so, there are none will say different."
He did not speak of the things in his heart but nevertheless they escaped him. Very soon he began to have much more regular communication with his sons in Shetland, and finally he told Rahal that he intended taking his son Robert into partnership.
Not one, but many lives we hold, and our hail to every new work we begin is our farewell to the old work. Ian is going to give a Future to his Past." "I fear, Bishop " "Fear is from the earthward side, Rahal. Above the clouds of Fear, there is the certain knowledge of Heaven. Fear is nothing, Faith is everything!"
Then discovering that she had a genius for dressmaking, she placed her with a first-class modiste in Edinburgh to be properly instructed and liberally attended to all financial requisites; for Rahal Ragnor could not do anything unless it was wholly and perfectly done.
But oh, Rahal! to be left alone to die on the battlefield, without help, without care, without even a drink of cold water! It is damnable cruelty! What I say is this: let England stop her bell-ringing and shouts of victory until she has comforted and helped her wounded and dying soldiers!" "And Aberdeen? He is a Scotch nobleman the Scotch are not cowards what has he done, Coll?"
"Oh, Rahal! the shame and the cruelty of it! I am beside myself!" "Come to my room, then thou shalt tell thy sorrow and I will halve it with thee." "No! I want to cry out! I want to shout the shameful wrong from the house-tops! Indeed, it is flying all over England and Scotland over all the civilized world! And yet my God! the guilty ones are still living!"
"Dear Conall," said Rahal, "I have been watching for thee, but I thought it would be four o'clock, ere thou made Kirkwall." "Not with Donald Farquar sailing the boat. The way he manages a boat is beyond reason." "How is that?" "He talks to her, as if she was human. He scolds and coaxes her and this morning he promised to paint and gild her figurehead, if she got into Kirkwall before three.
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