Who Was Lost and Is Found: A NovelOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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Who Was Lost and Is Found: A Novel
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Criminals -- Fiction; Mothers and sons -- Fiction; Scotland -- Fiction
Andrew had strong Free Church inclinations. He was given to
disrespectful speech of the ministers of the Auld Kirk in general, and
of Mr Logan in particular, calling him a dumb dog that could not
bark--which roused Janet to her inmost soul. She was not satisfied even
with her mistress, though she had never forsaken the Kirk of her
fathers. Janet bore her burden, as the only perfectly orthodox person in
the house, with great solemnity and a sense of suffering for the right.
“Say what you will, mem; you may be sure I will have heard worse. I can
put up with it,” Janet said.
“You are just a very foolish person to speak in that tone to me. Am I
one to find fault with the minister without cause? Nor am I finding
fault with him. He has a right to do it if he likes. I would not say
that it was expedient.”
“Eh, mem, if ye would but put me out of my pain! What is it? He is a
douce man, that would do harm to nobody. What is he going to do?”
“Indeed, Janet, I cannot tell. It is just some things he said. Was there
ever any lady’s name named--or that caused a silly laugh, or made folk
speak?”
“Named!” said Janet,--“with our minister? ’Deed, and that there have
been--every woman born that he has ever said a ceevil word to. You ken
little of country clashes, mem, if you’re surprised at that. Your
ainsel’ for one, and we ken the truth there is in that.”
“They were far to seek if they named me,” said Mrs Ogilvy, drawing
herself up with dignity; “but there is a lady he is very full of. I do
not ask you to inquire, for I hate gossip; but if it should come your
way from any of the neighbours, I would like to hear what they say. Poor
Susie! he says she is not able for so much work, that he is feared she
will go like her mother. Now, she’s not like her mother either in that
or any other thing. There’s trouble brewing for my poor Susie--if you
hear anything, let me know.”
“And you never heard who the leddy was?” Janet said.
“I have heard much more--a great deal more,” Mrs Ogilvy cried, very
inconclusively it must be allowed, “than I had any wish to hear!”
CHAPTER III.
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