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But he had something, the subtle Celt; he had horizons, lifted lines beyond the common vision, and an eye rapt and a heart intrepid; and though for a long time he was unconscious of it, he must have adventured there with a happier confidence because of her companionship. From the first Advena knew no faltering or fluttering, none of the baser nervous betrayals.
Such tokens are quickly forgotten, especially here, where attentions of the kind often, I've noticed, lead to nothing. It is the fact, and not the appearance of it, that I speak of that I am concerned with." "The fact is beyond mending," said Finlay, dully. "Aye, the fact is beyond mending. It is beyond mending that Advena Murchison belongs to you and you to her in no common sense.
The creature is well enough to preach before a congregation. But what she can see in him out of the pulpit is more than I know. A great gawk of a fellow, with eyes that always look as if he were in the middle of next week! He may be able to talk to Advena, but he's no hand at general conversation; I know he finds precious little to say to me. But he's got no such notion.
"Has he informed all his acquaintances?" asked Mrs Kilbannon. "We thought maybe his elders would be expecting to hear, or his Board of Management. Or he might have just dropped a word to his Sessions Clerk. But " Advena shook her head. "I think it unlikely," she said. "Then why would he be telling you?" inquired the elder lady, bluntly.
It is no great thing, a hat of any quality; but a small thing may ring dramatic on the right metal, and in the vivid idea of Lorne Murchison and his sister Advena a Robin Hood walked in every Independent Forester, especially in the procession.
Lorne had charge of the cold tongue and Advena was entrusted with the pickled pears. The rest of the family were expected to think about the tea biscuits and the cake, for Lobelia had never yet had a successor that was any hand with company. Mrs Murchison had enough to do to pour out the tea.
"Matters went smoothly enough smoothly enough till one afternoon that foolish creature Advena Murchison" Finlay started "came here to pay a call on Miss Cameron and Mrs Kilbannon. It was well and kindly meant, but it was not a wise-like thing to do.
Advena made no further reply than a look of scornful amusement, which Stella, bicycling forth again, received in the back of her head. "Father," said Mrs Murchison, "if you had taken any share in the bringing up of this family, Stella ought to have her ears boxed this minute!" "We'll have to box them," said Mr Murchison, "when she comes back." Advena had retreated into the house.
"But I guess the Squire did go off his head a little." "Have they anything more than Indian evidence?" asked Advena. "We don't know what they've got," said her brother darkly "and we won't till Wednesday, when they expect to get round to it." "Indian evidence will be a poor dependence in Cruickshank's hands," Mr Murchison told them, with a chuckle.
Wide puddles stood along the roadsides, reflecting the twigs and branches of the naked maples; last year's leaves were thick and wet underfoot, and a soft damp wind was blowing. Advena was on her way home and Finlay overtook her.
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