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"I will not name my fear, lest I call it to me." Then she rose and went to the door and Thora followed her, and by this time, Ragnor and the Bishop were at the garden gate. Very soon the Bishop was holding their hands, and Rahal found when he released her hand that he had left a letter in it. Yet for a moment she hardly noticed the fact, so shocked was she at the expression of her husband's face.
In the meantime Aunt Barbara Brodie had done exactly as Rahal Ragnor anticipated. The boat had made the journey in an abnormally short time. A full sea, and strong, favourable winds, had carried her through the stormiest Firth in Scotland, at a racer's speed; and she was at her dock, and had delivered all her passengers when Conall Ragnor arrived at his warehouse.
Rahal read it with constantly increasing anger and finally threw it on the table with passionate scorn. "Not one word of this stuff do I believe, Coll! Envy and jealousy sent that news, not gratitude and good will! No, indeed! But I will tell thee, Coll, one thing I have always found sure, it is this; that often, much evil comes to the good from taking people out of their poverty and misfortunes.
Where is thy mistress?" and he spoke in a tone so imperative, that she answered with shrinking humility: "I ask thy favour. Mistress Ragnor is in the right-hand parlour. I will look after thy cloak." "It will be well for thee to do that." Then Adam went to the right-hand parlour and found Rahal sitting by the fire sewing. "I am glad to see thee, Rahal," he said.
The Easter dawn! that in a few hours will come streaming up, full of light and warmth for all." But there was not much warmth in an Orcadean April evening and the party soon returned to the cheerful, comfortable hearth blaze. "It is not so beautiful as the moonlight," said Rahal, "but it is very good."
Ragnor had gone out to have a quiet smoke in the fresh air while Rahal was sending off all the servants to a dance at the Fisherman's Hall. Ian and Thora were not interested in these things; they sat close together, talking softly of their own affairs. Without special request, they drew closer to the hearth and to each other. Then Ragnor took out a letter and handed it to Ian.
Not I! Had she done this cruel thing out of a kind heart, she would have sent this letter to me and left the telling or the not telling to my love and best judgment. I will not believe anything against Ian Macrae! Nothing at all!" "Much truth is in thy words, Rahal, and it is not on Jean Hay's letter I will do anything. I will take only Ian's 'yes, or 'no' on any accusation."
The little town of Kirkwall was in a state of happy, busy excitement, for though the particular house cleaning of the great occasion was finished, every housewife was full laden with the heavy responsibility of feeding the guests sure to arrive for the Easter service. Even Rahal Ragnor had both hands full.
If Ian is what Jean Hay says he is, could we think of our child living with him? Impossible! Rahal, dear wife, whatever can be done I will do, and that with wisdom and loving kindness. Thy part is harder, it must be with our dear Thora." "That is so. And if there has to be parting, it will be almost impossible to spread the plaster as far as the sore." "There is the Great Physician " "I know."
'Power of God! I cried, as I struck the table with my fist, 'it takes God's tireless, patient, eternal love to put up with puny men, always doubting Him. I believe in God the Father Almighty, the Maker of heaven and earth! I said, 'and I want no proofs about Him in whom I believe. By this time, Rahal, he had me on fire.
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