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Strathsay had cautiously planted and nursed the seed, a winning boy, a noble lad, a lordly man. If Margray had not married old Johnny Graeme, it would have broken Mrs. Strathsay's will; the will was strong; she did, she married him. If Mary, with her white moonsheen of beauty, did not bewitch the senses of Captain Seavern, it would break Mrs.
I passed Mary Strathsay, as I left my room; she had escaped a moment from below, had set the casement wide in the upper hall, and was walking feverishly to and fro, her arms folded, her dress blowing about her: she'll often do the same in her white wrapper now, at dead of dark in any stormy night: she could not find sufficient air to breathe, and something set her heart on fire, some influence oppressed her with unrest and longing, some instinct, some unconscious prescience, made her all astir.
He never gave her glance or word, but stepped past her straight to my mother, and laid the white, shining, dripping bundle that he bore the trilling hushed, the sparkle quenched, so flaccid, so limp, so awfully still at her feet. "I never loved the girl," he said, hoarsely. "Yet to-night she would have fled with me. It was my revenge, Mrs. Strathsay!
She's white and fine, I'll warrant; see her move like a swan on the waters! Ay, she's a lovesome lass, and Helmar thought so, too." "What are you saying of Mary Strathsay? Who don't think she's a lovesome lass?" "Helmar don't now, I'll dare be sworn." "Helmar?" "Hush, now! don't get that maggot agait again. My mother'd ban us both, should her ears side this way."
Strathsay came and sat among us with her work; she never pricked finger with fell or hem, but the heaviest task she took was the weaving of the white leaf-wreaths in and out the lace-web before her there, and as we stitched, we talked, and she lent a word how best an old breadth could be turned, another gown refitted, for we had to consider such things, with all our outside show of establishment.
"It was one night when there was a division in the House, and it divided his soul from his body, for they found him sitting mute as marble, and looking at their follies and strifes with eyes whose vision reached over and saw God." "For shame, Mary Strathsay, to speak lightly of what gave Angus such grief!"
Strathsay say her most, she cannot make other color of this, and she shall not say me nay. That's for Alice." And she flung all the silvery silk and blonde lace about me. "Child, you'll sparkle!" whispered Mary Strathsay in my ear, hastening to get the glittering apparel aside, lest my mother should gainsay us. But Mrs. Strathsay did not throw us a glance.
Strathsay goes about as of old, and sees there be no speck on the buttery-shelves, that the sirup of her lucent plums be clear as the light strained through carbuncles, her honeycombs unbroken, her bread like manna, and no followers about her maids. And Mrs.
Strathsay do not have that title stick among us"; and then, to make an end of words, she began chattering anent biases and gores, the lace on Mary Campbell's frill, the feather on Mary Dalhousie's bonnet, and I left them.
We had no father, Margray, or Effie, or Mary Strathsay, or I. He had brought his wife out from their home in Scotland to St. Anne's in the Provinces, and had died or ever I was born, and I was the last of the weans.
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