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Spens, he will most probably require you to sell, in order to realize his money; but I will see him, and let you know the result." "You had better order the gig, then, and go now; he is sure to be in at this hour. Oh, you want to talk to the man that you fancy is in love with you; but lovers can wait, and business can't. Understand clearly, once for all, Frances, that if the Firs is sold, I die."
The authors of 'Clerk Saunders, of 'The Wife of Usher's Well, of 'Fair Annie, and 'Sir Patrick Spens, and 'The Bonny Hind, are as unknown to us as Homer, whom in their directness and force they resemble. They never, perhaps, gave their poems to writing; certainly they never gave them to the press.
"How do you know?" and Lorimer began to brush his stiff curly hair with a sort of vicious vigor. "How can you tell? I'm not a spiritualist, nor any sort of a humbug at all, I hope, but I sometimes indulge in presentiments. Before we started on this cruise, I was haunted by that dismal old ballad of Sir Patrick Spens " 'The King's daughter of Norroway 'Tis thou maun bring her hame!
Not a word I say has the smallest effect." "Because, father " "No, Frances, I won't listen to any of your 'becauses. But never, never again even profess to care for your father. Don't waste words, my child; for words are empty when they are not followed by deeds." "I must take an answer to Mr. Spens to-day," said Fluff. "Perhaps, if Frances thought a little, she would change her mind."
There lies the road to Norway: a dear road for Sir Patrick Spens and his Scots Lords; and yonder smoke on the hither side of Largo Law is Aberdour, from whence they sailed to seek a queen for Scotland. "O lang, lang, may the ladies sit, Wi' their fans into their hand, Or e'er they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the land!"
Let us come into the house." At dinner that day Frances incidentally asked her father what Mr. Spens wanted. "All the accounts are perfectly straight," she said. "What did he come about? and he stayed for some time." The slow blood rose into the old squire's face. "Business," he said; "a little private matter for my own ear.
She could not help a little icy tone coming into her voice. "Fluff, won't you have some cream with your strawberries? I did not know, father, that Mr. Spens had anything to say of our garden." "Only an opinion, my dear, and kindly meant. Now, Fluff" the squire turned indulgently to his little favorite "do you think Frances ought to take unjust prejudices?" "But she doesn't," said Fluff.
Now, if you please, we will drop the subject; I will not discuss it further. You had better come into the house, father, until you get cool." "You had a letter this morning, Frances from Spens, was it not?" "Oh, yes; I had forgotten; your creditors will accept my terms for the present. I must drive over to Arden this afternoon, and arrange what day I go there."
Then they retire ashamed of their want of moral courage and you have made an extra half-guinea. "But I aye snort," young Petey admitted, "and it should be done without a sound." When he graduated, he was to marry Martha Spens, who was waiting for him at Tillyloss. There was a London seamstress whom he preferred, and she was willing, but it is safest to stick to Thrums.
Spens thought he had seldom seen a more radiant little vision than this white-robed, eager, childish creature childish and yet womanly just then, with both purpose and desire in her face. "You had my letter, hadn't you?" said Fluff. "I am Ellen Danvers; Miss Kane is my cousin, and my dearest, and most dear friend." "I have had your letter, Miss Danvers, and I remained at home in consequence.
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