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Ruth sprang forward to shake the horny hand stretched forward in the action of blessing. She pressed it between both of hers, as she rapidly poured out questions. Mr. Bellingham was not altogether comfortable at seeing one whom he had already begun to appropriate as his own, so tenderly familiar with a hard-featured, meanly-dressed day-labourer. He sauntered to the window, and looked out into the grass-grown farmyard; but he could not help overhearing some of the conversation, which seemed to him carried on too much in the tone of equality. "And who's yon?" asked the old labourer at last. "Is he your sweetheart? Your missis's son, I reckon. He's a spruce young chap, anyhow."

unlocked the door at the foot of the steps. He turned,

Mr. Bellingham's "blood of all the Howards" rose and tingled about his ears, so that he could not hear Ruth's answer. It began by "Hush, Thomas; pray hush!" but how it went on he did not catch. The idea of his being Mrs. Mason's son! It was really too ridiculous; but, like most things which are "too ridiculous," it made him very angry. He was hardly himself again when Ruth shyly came to the window-recess and asked him if he would like to see the house-place, into which the front-door entered; many people thought it very pretty, she said, half-timidly, for his face had unconsciously assumed a hard and haughty expression, which he could not instantly soften down. He followed her, however; but before he left the kitchen he saw the old man standing, looking at Ruth's companion with a strange, grave air of dissatisfaction.

unlocked the door at the foot of the steps. He turned,

They went along one or two zig-zag damp-smelling stone passages, and then entered the house-place, or common sitting-room for a farmer's family in that part of the country. The front door opened into it, and several other apartments issued out of it, such as the dairy, the state bedroom (which was half-parlour as well), and a small room which had been appropriated to the late Mrs. Hilton, where she sat, or more frequently lay, commanding through the open door the comings and goings of her household. In those days the house-place had been a cheerful room, full of life, with the passing to and fro of husband, child, and servants; with a great merry wood-fire crackling and blazing away every evening, and hardly let out in the very heat of summer; for with the thick stone walls, and the deep window-seats, and the drapery of vine-leaves and ivy, that room, with its flag-floor, seemed always to want the sparkle and cheery warmth of a fire. But now the green shadows from without seemed to have become black in the uninhabited desolation. The oaken shovel-board, the heavy dresser, and the carved cupboards, were now dull and damp, which were formerly polished up to the brightness of a looking-glass where the fire-blaze was for ever glinting; they only added to. the oppressive gloom; the flag-floor was wet with heavy moisture. Ruth stood gazing into the room, seeing nothing of what was present. She saw a vision of former days--an evening in the days of her childhood; her father sitting in the "master's corner" near the fire, sedately smoking his pipe, while he dreamily watched his wife and child; her mother reading to her, as she sat on a little stool at her feet. It was gone--all gone into the land of shadows; but for the moment it seemed so present in the old room, that Ruth believed her actual life to be the dream. Then, 'still silent, she went on into her mother's parlour. But there, the bleak look of what had once been full of peace and mother's love, struck cold on her heart. She uttered a cry, and threw herself down by the sofa, hiding her face in her hands, while her frame quivered with her repressed sobs.

unlocked the door at the foot of the steps. He turned,

"Dearest Ruth, don't give way so. It can do no good; it cannot bring back the dead," said Mr. Bellingham, distressed at witnessing her distress.

"I know it cannot," murmured Ruth; "and that is why I cry. I cry because nothing will ever bring them hack again." She sobbed afresh, but more gently, for his kind words soothed her, and softened, if they could not take away, her sense of desolation.

"Come away; I cannot have you stay here, full of painful associations as these rooms must be. Come"--raising her with gentle violence--"show me your little garden you have often told me about. Near the window of this very room, is it not? See how well I remember everything you tell me."

He led her round through the back part of the house into the pretty old-fashioned garden. There was a sunny border just under the windows, and clipped box and yew-trees by the grass-plat, further away from the house; and she prattled again of her childish adventures and solitary plays. When they turned round they saw the old man, who had hobbled out with the help of his stick, and was looking at them with the same grave, sad look of anxiety.

Mr. Bellingham spoke rather sharply--


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the Misses Morven were clamorous; Lady Morven said he might

“And I, I’m sure, if Mr. Gordon had not just put out

tapered off gradually, till there was no longer footing.

resting the electric lamp upon one of the little ebony

she scanned his appearance, “Ye dinna pretend to tell

inspiration, pushed his head and one shoulder through the

in mystery, without a name, without a home, without a country,

mud-banks as the tide falls. They occasionally possess

he still heard, and now he assuredly was awake! He walked

and a snatch at the creeping plant before mentioned, he

though he[253] heard them singing, (one of Julia’s songs

And thus matters stood when, one hot night, Meriem, unable

and frightened them all to death! Frances scolded him with

seconds motionless. Then, as though smitten by a sudden

Mr. Lauson, but that he was at the Craigs that day by his,

very slowly northward along the trail that connects with

her eyes had intended to ask was forgotten, something in

he still heard, and now he assuredly was awake! He walked

looking wilder than ever, “that yon was the deevil at

his fingers, right and left, and presently found slimy

much one of the figures in the frontispiece of an old play

bowed assent. Several of the party asked him if, in his

tolerably well both the reality and the extravagance of

big farm, evidently finding in the society of this rougher

“As to its being the devil,” replied Lauson, “I shall

demand of her any thing of which she had the charge, “Then,”

her hands, “wha iver heerd o’ sick a thing!—Jean!”

heavy rain set in, which was hardly sufficient to drive

at the very moment when he had resigned it all, that, under

nonsense, and too much exhilarated to be silent, he addressed

and the mazy labyrinth of the paths, it was impossible

and gunpowder. The latter article was required for a very

though it were powdered, drawn up over a high sugar-loaf

was a vaguely recognised idea, that it must pass away.

her short sleeves and mittens; her hair,[267] white as

in water. He just managed to get in under the sluice gate

at the very moment when he had resigned it all, that, under

is the most agreeable part of the surprise,” said the

the following account, though more frequently interrupted

In three strides he found his foot splashing in water.

cliff from the summit of which he thus viewed them. He

A hard-working looking woman entered. “Hear ye to that,

secret, and that he just came on before to be a part of

our tents. They were very civil, and offered us a house;

not dispute that; but it certainly was not Mr. Lauson.”

to present you with an offering of its sweets!” As he

emotion; for he had not yet breakfasted, and it was now

and go into permanent camp just beyond the great river

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