Donald Ross of Heimra (Volume 1 of 3)Black, William
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Donald Ross of Heimra (Volume 1 of 3)
Black, William
Scotland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"Six miles!" said Käthchen, faintly. "I wish we had stayed at your
grandmother’s cottage. Mamie, shall you ever be able to manage it?"
"I hope so, Käthchen," Mary said, though not very joyfully. "I am a
little warmer now; and there is less wind blowing."
And so they went on—the unseen sea thundering beneath them in the dark,
along the iron-bound coast—the wind sometimes rising into a mournful
moan, but bringing no rain with it now. It was a long and weary tramp;
but they were on a good road; and their brave little guide, whatever she
may have thought of the darkness, went forward unhesitatingly.
Then of a sudden they beheld two points of fire away ahead of them; and
presently there was a sound of wheels.
"I will give £20 for the loan of that carriage," said Mary, "whosesoever
it is!"
"Why," said Käthchen joyfully, "in this neighbourhood, whose can it be
but your own?"
And indeed it was. And not only that, but here was the gentle-spoken
Barbara, profuse of compassion and pretty speeches; and she had brought
with her an abundance of blankets—not shawls and wraps, or any feminine
knickknackery—but substantial and capacious blankets, along with many
smaller comforts and cordials. And when they had all four got into the
shut landau (for the girls would not allow their young guide to go on
the box) Mary said,—
"But who took the news to Lochgarra House, Barbara? Who told you to
bring the carriage?"
"Oh, just the young master himself," said Barbara, with smiling eyes, as
she was busy with her ministrations. And then she corrected herself.
"It was just young Mr. Ross of Heimra. And did Miss Stanley not know
who he was?"
But Miss Stanley had known very well. And Käthchen had guessed.
CHAPTER VI.
GILLEASBUIG MÒR.
Käthchen was standing at the window, looking out upon the wild and
wayward sea, that was all brilliantly dappled with sun and cloud, while
Mary was at her dressing-table, preparing to go down to breakfast. It
was a blowy and blusterous morning, after the storm; but the welcome
sunlight was abroad again; and the heavens shone serene and fair.
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