Donald Ross of Heimra (Volume 3 of 3)Black, William
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Donald Ross of Heimra (Volume 3 of 3)
Black, William
Scotland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
repeating to herself—of her, faithless, shameless, who had spurned his
loyal trust in her? If she went and grovelled in the very dust before
him, and stretched out her hands towards him, he would turn away from
her. remorseless and implacable. She was not worthy of his disdain.
And nevertheless, upbraid herself as she might, she still beheld before
her aching eyes those two figures on the Garra bridge, followed by the
swift disappearance of the girl into the woods; and again she saw her
down at the shore, entreating to be taken out to Heimra Island and
piercing the silence with her despair when she was left behind. It was
not Purdie who had shown her these things; it was of her own knowledge
she knew them; they had started up before her, in corroboration of his
impeachment, even as he spoke. But what if she were to accept his
challenge? What if she were to go to Anna Chlannach herself? He had
declared she was his witness—his living witness. If there were any
foundation for this terrible story, she would confess the truth: if, as
Mary Stanley strove to convince herself, the charge was nothing but a
deliberate and malevolent invention, she would be able to hurl the black
falsehood back in his teeth. He had challenged her to go to Anna
Chlannach: to Anna Chlannach she would go.
And then (as the blue-grey light of the dawn appeared in the
window-panes) a sense of her utter helplessness came over her. That
poor, half-witted creature knew no word of English. And how was she to
appeal to any third person, asking for intervention? How could she
demean herself by repeating such a story, and by admitting even the
possibility of its being true? Nay more: might not her motives be
misconstrued? What would the third person, the interpreter, think of
these shamefaced inquiries? That the mistress of Lochgarra House was
moved by an angry jealousy of that poor wandering waif? That Mary
Stanley and Anna Chlannach were in the position of rivals? Her cheeks
burned. Not in that way could she find the means of hurling back
Purdie’s monstrous accusation.
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