We and the World: A Book for Boys. Part IIEwing, Juliana Horatia
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We and the World: A Book for Boys. Part II
Ewing, Juliana Horatia
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I said more than I might otherwise have done, because I was very much
impressed by Alister's unusual vehemence on the subject. He seldom
indeed said a word that was less than a boast of Scotland in general,
and Aberdeenshire in particular, but on this occasion it had burst
forth that though he had been little "in society" in his native country,
he had "seen enough to know that a man would easier live down a breach
of a' the ten commandments than of any three of its customs." And when I
remembered for my own part, how fatal in my own neighbourhood were any
proceedings of an unusual nature, and how all his innocence, and his ten
years of martyrdom, had not sufficed with many of Mr. Wood's neighbours
to condone the "fact" that he had been a convict, I agreed with Alister
that Dennis ought not to risk the possible ill effects of what, as he
said, had a ne'er-do-weel, out-at-elbows, or, at last and least, an
uncommon look about it; and that having resumed his proper social
position, our Irish comrade would be wise to keep it in the eyes he
cared most to please.
"Alister has a fine heart," said Dennis, "but you may tell him I told
her," and he paused.
"What did she say?" I asked anxiously.
"She said," answered Dennis slowly, "that she'd small belief that a girl
could tell if a man were true or no by what he seemed as a lover, but
there was something to be done in the way of judging of his heart by
seeing if he was kind with his kith and faithful to his friends."
It took me two or three revolutions of my brain to perceive how this
answer bore upon the question, and when I repeated it to Alister, his
comment was almost as enigmatical.
"A man," he said sententiously, "that has been blessed with a guid
mother, and that gives the love of his heart to a guid woman, may aye
gang through the ills o' this life like the children of Israel through
the Red Sea, with a wall on's right hand and a wall on's left."
But it was plain to be seen that the young lady approved of Dennis
O'Moore's resolve, when she made us three scarlet night-caps for
deck-wear, with a tiny shamrock embroidered on the front of each.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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