Kirsteen: The Story of a Scotch Family Seventy Years AgoOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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Kirsteen: The Story of a Scotch Family Seventy Years Ago
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Domestic fiction; Scotland -- Fiction
Kirsteen was silenced by this potent argument, but it by no means
softened the irritation in her mind. She had thought of Jeanie as her
own, her creation in many ways, between whom and every evil fate she was
determined to stand. To have the child taken out of her hands in this
calm way was almost more than she could bear. But she compelled herself
to patience with a hasty self-argument: Who was she to stand between
Jeanie and any advantage--when nobody could tell whether she would be
able to carry out her intentions or not? And at all events at the
present moment Jeanie being only fourteen there was not much to be done.
Mary’s smooth voice going on forbade any very continued strain of
thought.
“And, Kirsteen, what is to be done about yourself? We would be real
willing to do anything in our power--But oh! it was rash--rash of you to
run away--for you see by what’s happened that it was all a mistake, and
that Glendochart----”
Kirsteen’s milk-white brow again grew as red as fire. To have your old
lover console himself with your sister is bad enough; but to have her
explain to you that your alarm was a mere mistake of vanity, and that
the only person who was ridiculous or blamable in the business was only
yourself,---- this is too much for mortal flesh and blood!
“I am much obliged to you,” she said with self-restraint which was
painful, “but I am very happy where I am. It was no mistake so far as I
am concerned. It was just impossible to live on down yonder without
occupation, when there are so many things to be done in the world.”
“Dear me!” cried Mary astonished with this new view. But at this moment
Miss Jean fortunately came in, and was very happy to see the lady of
Glendochart and very anxious to show her every attention.
“I consider it a great honour,” said Miss Jean, “that you should come to
see me the first morning; though well I know it’s not for me but for one
that is far more worthy. Miss Kirsteen is just the prop of this house,
Mistress Campbell. Not a thing can be done without her advice--and
though I had little reason to complain, and my basket and my store had
aye prospered just wonderful, it’s a different thing now Miss Kirsteen
is here, for she makes all the fine ladies stand about.”
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