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"The question of the hour for us," said Lorne Murchison to his fellow-townsmen, curbing the strenuous note in his voice, "is deeper than any balance of trade can indicate, wider than any department of statistics can prove. We cannot calculate it in terms of pig-iron, or reduce it to any formula of consumption.
It was, as John Murchison said, a queer position for everybody concerned; queer enough, no doubt, to admit a Tory journal into the house on sufferance and as a special matter; but he had a disapproving look for it as it lay on the hall floor, and seldom was the first to open it. Nevertheless Lorne found more satisfaction in talking imperialism with his father than with anyone else.
Afternoon tea we do have, he can't prevent that, but Father kicks at anything but one o'clock dinner and meat tea at six, and I suppose he always will." "Doesn't one tea spoil the other?" Lorne inquired. "I find it does when I go to your minister's and peck at a cress sandwich at five. You haven't any appetite for a reasonable meal at six.
And Stanley also rose precipitately, and caught her in his arms, for she was falling. As he supported her in her chair, the library door opened, and the sinister face of Uncle Lorne looked in, and returned the captain's stare with one just as fixed and horrified. 'Hush! whispered Uncle Lorne, and he limped softly into the room, and stopped about three yards away, 'she is not dead, but sleepeth.
Don't you remember the imported entire that they had his picture in the papers him that Mr. Windhall gave 2000 Pounds for? 'What! the Marquis of Lorne? Why, you don't mean to say they're going for him? 'By George, I do! says Jim; 'and they'll have him here, and twenty blood mares to put to him, before September. 'They're all gone mad they'll raise the country on us.
I thought of what my vision said of the 'blood upon my forehead, and, by Jove! there it was! At this moment the large white Marseilles waistcoat of grave Mr. Larcom appeared, followed by a tall powdered footman, and their candles and business-like proceedings frightened away the phantoms. So I withdrew to my chamber, where, I am glad to say, I saw nothing of Uncle Lorne.
Thank you for coming to say good-bye, Miss Lorne. It was kind of you. Now I must emulate Poor Jo, and 'move on' again." "And without any reward!" said Ailsa with a smile and a sigh. "Without expecting any; without asking any; without wanting any!" He stood a moment, twisting his heel round and round in the gravel of the pathway, and breathing hard, his eyes on the ground, and his lips indrawn.
Lord Lorne, son of Argyle, having ever preserved his loyalty, obtained a gift of the forfeiture. Guthry was a seditious preacher, and had personally affronted the king: his punishment gave surprise to nobody. Sir Archibald Johnstone of Warriston was attainted and fled; but was seized in France about two years after, brought over, and executed.
"How good for me, you mean," he laughed, "It was 'bread on the waters' with a vengeance, Miss Lorne. I should have lost my life last night but for that boy." And told her briefly and airily how the thing had come to pass. "Don't think it vindictive of me, but I am sorry, I am very, very sorry you were not able to hand that dreadful woman, Margot, over to the authorities, Mr.
Johnston! Johnston!" She bent forward and rapped wildly on the glass panel. "Johnston, stop! turn round! are you out of your head? Captain Hawksley, stop him stop him, for pity's sake!" "Sit down, Miss Lorne." He made reply in a low, level voice, a voice in which there was something that made her pluck the child to her and hold him tight to her breast. "You are not going home to-night.
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