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Updated: June 8, 2025
There were lines upon her face that only weariness often repeated cuts deep; but there were other lines there, and these were lines of heart pain, and as Ranald watched her closely, with his heart running over with love and pity and indignation for her, he caught her frequent glances toward her first born that spoke of anxiety and fear.
His box was strapped on behind, and his blankets, rolled up in a bundle, filled the seat beside him. "Mornin'," he called to Ranald. "Purty fine shine, that, and purty fine mare, all round," he continued, walking about Lisette and noting admiringly her beautiful proportions. "Purty fine beast," he said, in a low tone, running his hands down her legs.
"You are better," said Mrs. Murray to him. "Yes," he said, "I am very well, thank you, except for the pain here." He pointed to his chest. "You have been badly hurt, Ranald tells me. How did it happen?" "Well," said Macdonald, slowly, "it is very hard to say." "Did the tree fall on you?" asked Mrs. Murray.
The quiet, grave tone was that of a man, and Mrs. Murray looked at the boy with new eyes. She did not know that it was her own frank confidence that had won like confidence from him. "How old are you, Ranald?" she said, in her wonder. "I will be going on eighteen." "You will soon be a man, Ranald." Ranald remained silent, and she went on earnestly: "A strong, good, brave man, Ranald."
They warned her that the consequences would be serious to all concerned. Martin Goul was as good as his word. He got another young fellow who passed for a gentleman, something like himself, to carry a challenge to Mr Ranald. The young fellow did not like to come into the house, so he waylaid Mr Ranald near the entrance of the park, and delivered a letter he had brought from Martin Goul.
At length, whispering Ranald, who watched all his motions, to follow him and preserve his countenance, Captain Dalgetty, with a very composed air, descended a flight of steps which led from the gallery into the body of the chapel. A less experienced adventurer would have endeavoured to pass the worthy clergyman rapidly, in hopes to escape unnoticed.
To this Ranald objected, and was invited to put the gang out if he was man enough. After the ladies had withdrawn beyond the reach of missiles, Ranald adopted the unusual tactics of preventing exit by locking the doors, and then immediately became involved in a discussion with Coley and his followers.
In vain he tried to escape from the crowd that gathered about him, and more especially from the foot-ball men, who utterly adored him. "You can't do anything for a fellow that doesn't drink," complained Starry Hamilton, the big captain of the foot-ball team. "Drink! a nice captain you are, Starry," said Ranald, "and Thanksgiving so near." "We haven't quite shut down yet," explained the captain.
"But if I am, I'm willing to bear any blame that comes of it. And I wouldn't meddle for anybody that could take care of himself. But neither old Eppie nor your father can do that: the one's too poor, and the other too good." "I was wondering what you meant by saying my father couldn't take care of himself." "He's too good; he's too good, Ranald. He believes in everybody.
As they left the concession road and were about to strike into the woods, Mrs. Murray checked her pony, and looking upon the loveliness about her, said, softly, "How beautiful it all is!" There was no response from Ranald, and Mrs. Murray, glancing at his gloomy face, knew that his heart was sore at the thought of the pain they were bearing with them.
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