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When Shargar returned, Robert had not come in. He was too excited to go to bed, and waited for him. It was two o'clock before he came home. Shargar told him there was to be a large party at Lady Patterdale's the next evening but one, and Lady Janet had promised to procure him an invitation. The next morning Robert went to see Mary St.
I say develop advisedly, for Shargar had a deep humanity in him, as abundantly testified by his devotion to Robert, and humanity is the body of which true manners is the skin and ordinary manifestation: true manners are the polish which lets the internal humanity shine through, just as the polish on marble reveals its veined beauty.
Robert again slept in the evening, after Shargar came home, and made up for the time by reading while he sat by his friend. Mrs. Fyvie's attendance was in requisition only for the hours when he had to be at lectures. By the greatest economy of means, consisting of what Shargar brought in by jobbing about the quay and the coach-offices, and what Robert had from Dr.
That would be to intrude within the holy place of a human heart. One thing alone I will venture to affirm that bitterness against either of his friends, whose spirits rushed together and left his outside, had no place in that noble nature. His fate lay behind him, like the birth of Shargar, like the death of Ericson, a decree. I do not even know in what direction he first went.
'Wha do ye think 's speakin' till her this verra minute? Look there! Shargar said in a low voice, suppressed yet more to hide his excitement.
They were now crushing up pieces of waste-paper, not a few leaves of stray school-books being regarded in that light, into bullets, dipping them in ink and aiming then at Shargar's face. For some time Shargar did not utter a word; and Robert, although somewhat indignant at the treatment he was receiving, felt as yet no impulse to interfere, for success was doubtful.
He was holding a glass of water to Ericson's lips, when he heard his name, in a low earnest whisper, from the door. There, round the door-cheek, peered the white face and red head of Shargar. 'Robert! Robert! said Shargar. 'I hear ye, returned Robert coolly: he was too anxious to be surprised at anything. 'Haud yer tongue. I'll come to ye in a minute.
'You are aware, madam, he said, 'that your reputation is in the hand I offer you? 'The worse for it, my lord, returned Mysie, with a scornful smile. 'But your lordship's brother will protect it. 'My brother! said the marquis. 'What do you mean? I have no brother! 'Ye hae mair brithers than ye ken o', Lord Sandy, and I'm ane o' them, said Shargar.
So as soon as he had had his dinner, he managed to give Shargar the slip, left him to the inroads of a desolate despondency, and stole away to the old factory-garden. The key of that he had managed to purloin from the kitchen where it hung; nor was there much danger of its absence being discovered, seeing that in winter no one thought of the garden.
She was generally regarded as a gipsy, but I doubt if she had any gipsy blood in her veins. She was simply a tramper, with occasional fits of localization. Her worst fault was the way she treated her son, whom she starved apparently that she might continue able to beat him. The particular occasion which led to the recognition of the growing relation between Robert and Shargar was the following.
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