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'It was very strange that he, so rich, should keep you in that wretched place, said Clara. 'How much better had he shared it all with you while he lived. 'Yes; but I think he was happier as it was, and it pleased him at the end, I know, to think that he had given me Bourhill. 'I am sure it did. Well, I shall go now, dear, and leave you to unpack.
Galbraith says there's as muckle drink drucken in Poosie Nancie's on Seterday nicht as in Johnnie Shields' in the Wynd, but some way it seems different. Look, see, thonder's the big gate o' Bourhill. Eh, I wonder if Miss Gladys is hame? 'I say, Teen, ye are very fond o' her, surely? said Liz curiously. 'Since when? Ye didna like her sae weel that nicht I left ye to tak' her hame frae the Ariel.
Whatever had been the tragedy of the past few months, Liz had not thereby bettered herself. With a little choking sob, Teen made greater haste with her preparation, and put upon the table a very tempting little meal, chiefly composed of dainties from Bourhill, a very substantial basket having been sent up to the little seamstress by order of Miss Graham.
He had not anticipated this crisis when, in a careless, idle mood, he had left the mill, and followed the impulse which sent him to Bourhill. By the time he reached the steps before the door every trace of disturbance had vanished, and he was once more the urbane, handsome, debonair gentleman who played such havoc among women's hearts.
She thought a great deal about Gladys that day, pondering and puzzling over her action a trifle nettled, if it must be told, at the calm, quiet manner in which her disapproval had been ignored. Gladys was indeed proving herself a very capable and independent mistress of Bourhill. Meanwhile the two girls, whom fortune had so differently favoured, journeyed together into Ayrshire.
She had worshipped at the shrine of wealth and social position so long that all her views of life were centred upon a solitary goal, and consequently ran in a narrow and distorted groove. 'If the girl can be prevented going down to Bourhill, all may be well. Do you think she is one likely to hold her tongue? 'I don't know anything about her.
'What girl is it now? he asked, with affected carelessness, but furtive anxiety. 'The same one who has been staying at Bourhill? 'No; something far worse a dreadful low creature, who has been missing for some time. If Gladys were not as innocent as a baby she would know that she is a creature not fit to be spoken to. Really, George, that Miss Peck is utterly useless as a chaperon.
You are fretting about something. Tell me what it is. Do you not wish to go to Troon with us, or would you rather go to Bourhill? Do tell us what you would like best to do? They were quite alone in the little morning-room, which had been given up to the girls of the house to adorn as they liked.
She felt powerless to help, but Heaven was still the Hearer and Answerer of prayer, and with Heaven Miss Peck left the case. She prayed that her darling's way might be opened up, and that she might be saved from committing so great a wrong, which would bring upon her the curse of a loveless marriage. Summer seemed no longer to smile upon Bourhill. That sunny evening was the last for many days.
Uncle Tom has told us how you, the heiress of Bourhill, have lived in the slums positively the slums, wasn't it? Now, though his words were not particularly well chosen or in good taste, his manner was so impressively sympathetic that Gladys felt insensibly influenced by it.
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