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They were now crushing up pieces of waste-paper, not a few leaves of stray school-books being regarded in that light, into bullets, dipping them in ink and aiming then at Shargar's face. For some time Shargar did not utter a word; and Robert, although somewhat indignant at the treatment he was receiving, felt as yet no impulse to interfere, for success was doubtful.

Robert thought even less of the latter fact than Shargar himself, for he did not believe there were many women to whom Shargar's attentions would be disagreeable: they must always be simple and manly. What was more to the point, she had given him her address in London, and he was going to call upon her the next day.

Fyvie to give herself no trouble in the matter. Her conscience, however, was uneasy, and she spoke to Dr. Anderson; but he assured her that she might trust the boys. What cooking they could not manage, she undertook cheerfully, and refused to add anything to the rent on Shargar's account. Dr. Anderson watched everything, the two boys as much as his patient.

Except the faintest blue gleam from one of the panes in the roof, there was soon no hint of light anywhere; and this was only sufficient to make the darkness visible, and thus add artistic effect to the operation of it upon Shargar's imagination a faculty certainly uneducated in Shargar, but far, very far from being therefore non-existent.

But Robert did not turn him out before the last moment of safety had arrived; for, by the aid of signs known to himself, he watched the progress of his grandmother's dressing an operation which did not consume much of the morning, scrupulous as she was with regard to neatness and cleanliness until Betty was called in to give her careful assistance to the final disposition of the mutch, when Shargar's exit could be delayed no longer.

The other boys had tied Shargar's feet to the desk at which he sat likewise his hands, at full stretch; then, having attached about a dozen strings to as many elf-locks of his pale-red hair, which was never cut or trimmed, had tied them to various pegs in the wall behind him, so that the poor fellow could not stir.

There was a certain sedate self-contained dignity about her which the common mind felt to be chilling and repellant; and from any gossip of a personal nature what Betty brought her always excepted she would turn away, generally with the words, 'Hoots! I canna bide clashes. On the evening following that of Shargar's introduction to Mrs.

Only gin the mistress speirs onything aboot it, what am I to say? 'Bide till she speirs. Auld Spunkie says, "Ready-made answers are aye to seek." 'I'll luik and see. Wadna ye like it het up? 'Ow ay, gin ye binna lang aboot it. Suddenly a bell rang, shrill and peremptory, right above Shargar's head, causing in him a responsive increase of trembling. 'Haud oot o' my gait.

The fact was, that Shargar's character, whether by imputation from his mother, or derived from his own actions, was none of the best.

That which has been, is. His eye fell on something bright in the field beyond. He would see what it was, and crossed the earthen dyke. It shone like a little moon in the grass. By humouring the reflection he reached it. It was only a cutting of white iron, left by some tinker. He walked on over the field, thinking of Shargar's mother. If he could but find her! He walked on and on.

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