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"That it may please Thee to lead into the way of truth all such as have erred and are deceived. We beseech Thee to hear us, O Lord!" Scarcely conscious was she why she thus felt, or for whom she prayed; but, years after, it seemed to her that there had been a solemn import in these words. Miss Rothesay was late in quitting the church.
Captain Rothesay started from a dull, anxious reverie, into which his reading had merged, and lifted his face, knitted and darkened with some inward care, heavy enough to make his tone sharp and angry, as he said, "Well, child, what do you want?" "Do not scold Olive; it was I who wished to speak to you." And then, without pausing to consider how evidently ill-timed the conversation was, Mrs.
There was a momentary interruption a message from the young clergyman, to say that he was summoned some distance to visit a sick person. "On such a stormy night as this!" said Angus Rothesay. "Harold never fails in his duties," replied the mother, with a smile. Then turning abruptly to her guest "You will let me talk, old friend, and about him.
From the towers, as he watched the opening of the fight, Earl Kenric espied a band of men marching upon Rothesay from the northward. They were the men of Colonsay, led by Earl Sweyn, who had been reinforced by fifty men from the ships. It was this band whom Aasta had seen setting the deserted homesteads in flames. Sweyn was now bending his course upon Rothesay village.
But very soon there stole into it, with the soft footstep of old, with the same quiet smile, Olive Rothesay. No, reader! Neither you nor any one else will ever see Olive Rothesay more. She wears on her finger a golden ring, she bears a new name the well-beloved name. She is Harold Gwynne's wife now.
You forget likewise that you are speaking to a father. A father who, whatever affection may be wanting, will never forsake his duty. Come, let us go and see our child." "I cannot I cannot!" and Sybilla hung back, weeping anew. Angus Rothesay looked at his wife the pretty wayward idol of his bridegroom-memory looked at her with the eyes of a world-tried, world-hardened man.
"Do not mind me, mother; I shall go back to study in good time. Let me do as I judge best." "Certainly," was all the mother's reply. She reproved she never "scolded." Turning the conversation, she directed hers to Captain Rothesay, while Harold ate his breakfast in silence a habit not unusual with him. Immediately afterwards he rose, and prepared to depart for the day.
"I need not apologise to Captain Rothesay," he said in his own straightforward manner, which was only saved from the imputation of bluntness by a certain manly dignity and contrasted strongly with the reserved and courtly grace of his guest. "My pursuits can scarcely interest you, while I know, and you know, what pleasure my mother takes in your society."
Why, Elspie, this pearl-set has only beheld the light once since I was married so beautiful as it is and Angus's gift too." "Dinna say that name," cried Elspie, driven to a burst of not very respectful reproach. "I marvel ye daur speak of Captain Angus and ye wi' your havers and your jigs, while yer husband's far awa', and your bairn sick! It's for nae gude I tell ye, Mrs. Rothesay."
Then he resumed quickly: "Well, next week, then. Rothesay bay, and the yacht 'Diana." Things being thus settled, we shook hands and parted. In the interval between his visit and my departure from home I had plenty to do, and I heard no more of the Harlands, except that I received a little note from Miss Catherine expressing her pleasure that I had agreed to accompany them on their cruise.
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