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
When they went into the room, she threw herself down on a couch, and put
her clasped hands on the arm of it, and hid her face. She was not
crying; she merely seemed overcome with fatigue and lassitude. Kate
Glendinning knelt down beside her, and with gentle fingers caressingly
stroked and smoothed the beautiful golden-brown hair that had been all
dishevelled by the wind.
"What is it, Mamie?"
"Tell me about the farms, Käthchen," was the answer, uttered in a
hopeless kind of way. "I don’t know anything about farm work, except
what I have been told since I came here. Are the crops so completely
destroyed? Would not fine weather give them another chance? Surely
entire ruin cannot have been caused by one gale—gales are frequent on
this coast——"
"This one came at a bad time, Mamie," said her companion; "and a great
part of the corn will have to be cut and given to the cows. But why
should you distress yourself unnecessarily? It was none of your fault.
You have done everything for these poor people that could be devised.
And, as I tell you, they seem used to misfortunes of this kind; there is
no bewailing; their despondency has become a sort of habit with them——"
"Send for Mr. Purdie: I wish to see him"—this was what came from those
closed hands. But the next moment she had thrown herself upright. "No!"
she said, fiercely. "No, I will not see Mr. Purdie. With my consent,
Mr. Purdie shall never enter this house again."
"Mr. Purdie left on the very day you went out to Heimra," said Käthchen,
gently; and then she went on: "You are hiding something from me, Mamie.
Well, I will not ask any further. I will wait. But I am afraid you are
very much fatigued, and upset, and I can see you are not well. Now will
you be persuaded, Mamie! If you will only go to bed you will have a far
more thorough rest; and I will bring you something that will make you
sleep. Why, your forehead is burning hot, and your hands quite
cold!—and if you were to get seriously ill, that would be a good deal
worse for the crofters than the flattening down of their corn!"
She was amenable enough; she consented to be led away; she was ready to
do anything asked of her—except to touch food or drink.
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