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Updated: June 29, 2025
So, as I said, Mrs. Strathsay sat in her broad bower-window looking down the harbor, and a ship was coming up, and Effie and I stood on its deck, our hearts full of yearning. Mine was, at least, I know.
I was to join them in a week or two, not yet, because I had wished to send home the screens painted on white velvet, and they wanted yet a sennight's work, and I knew Mrs. Strathsay would be proud of them before the crackle of the autumn fires.
"By Heaven, it is Helmar!" cried Angus, fire leaping up his brow; but Mary Strathsay touched him to stone with a fling of her white finger, and went like a ghost herself and opened the casement, as the other signed for her to do.
"See Sir Angus now," said Margray, bending forward at the pictures shifting through the door-way. "He'd do for the Colossus at what-you-may-call-it; and there's our Effie, she minds me of a yellow-bird, hanging on his arm and talking: I wonder if that's what my mother means, I wonder will my mother compass it. See Mary Strathsay there!
Belike he spoke her kindly." "Always," said Angus, gnawing in his lip a moment ere the word. "And the child changed him, Mary Strathsay says. But perhaps you're right; Margray makes little moan." "She was aye a quiet lass. Poor Johnny! I'm getting curst myself. Well, it's all in my letters. But you, Angus dear, how came you here?"
Strathsay rose, a little feeble, wavered an instant, then warned us all away and walked slowly and heavily from the place, up the stairs, and the door of her own room banged behind her and hasped like the bolt of a dungeon. I drank the glass of wine Mary brought me, and tried hard not to sadden them, and to be a woman.
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