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The summer following Gordon's first session at college, castle Weelset and Corbyknowe saw nothing of him. No one missed him much, and but for his father's sake no one would have thought much about him. Kirsty, as one who had told him the truth concerning himself, thought of him oftener than anyone except her father.
They had purposed to return early to Weelset, but agreed as they went that Phemy, the days being so short, should take the nearer path to Tiltowie, over the Horn. By this arrangement, their visit ended, they had no great distance to walk together, Mrs. Bremner's way lying along the back of the hill, and Phemy's over the nearer shoulder of it.
When Kirsty told her father and mother what she had done at castle Weelset, neither said a word. Her mother turned her head away, but the light in her father's eyes, had she had any doubt as to how they would take it, would have put her quite at her ease. Poor little Phemy was in bed, and had cried herself asleep. Kirsty was more tired than she had ever been before.
He was soon in friendly shelter, however, under skilful treatment, and tenderly nursed. When at length he seemed to have almost recovered his health, it was clear that he had in great measure lost his reason. Things were going from bad to worse at castle Weelset. Whether Mrs.
Gordon of castle Weelset. 'I winna lat ye pass, answered Kirsty; that is, no til ye hear what I hae to say to ye. 'Then you must take the consequences! rejoined Phemy, and, in the hope that her lover would prove within earshot, began a piercing scream. It roused something in Kirsty which she could not afterward identify: she was sure it had nothing to do with anger.
But it added to her torture that she must be silent. To be dethroned in castle Weelset by the daughter of one of her own tenants, for as such she thought of them, was indeed galling.
Convinced at length that Phemy declined an interview, Kirsty resolved to take her own way. And her way was a somewhat masterful one. About a mile from castle Weelset, in the direction of Tiltowie, the road was, for a few hundred yards, close-flanked by steep heathery braes.
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