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
This was the ordinary of the life at the Hewan. A great deal of
solitude, a great deal of thought, an endless circling of mind and
reflection round one subject which shadowed heaven and earth, and
affected every channel in which the thoughts of a silent much-reasoning
creature can flow: and at the same time much acquaintance with a crowd
of small human events making up the life of the neighbourhood, with
which, practically speaking, Mrs Ogilvy had nothing to do, yet with
which, in the way of sympathy, advice, and even criticism, she had a
great deal to do. Such half confidences as that of Mr Logan were brought
to her continually--veiled disclosures made for the purpose of finding
out how such and such things looked in the eyes of a woman who was very
discreet, who never repeated anything that was said, and who had the
power of intimating an opinion as veiled as the disclosure by delicate
methods without putting it into words. She sat on her modest height, a
little oracle wrapped in mystery as to her own inner life, impartial and
observant as to that about her. How she had come to be an authority in
the village it would be difficult to tell. She was not a person of noted
family or territorial importance, which is a thing which tells for so
much in Scotland. Perhaps it was chiefly because, since the great
misfortune of her life, she had retired greatly from the observation of
the parish, paying no visits, seeing only the people who went to see
her, and as for her own affairs confiding in nobody, asking no
sympathy--too proud in her love and sorrow even to allow that she was
stricken, or that the dearest object of her life was the occasion of all
her suffering. Neighbours had adjured her not “to make an idol” of her
boy; and after the trouble came they had shaken their heads and assured
her in the first publicity of the blow that God was a jealous God, and
would not permit idolatry. To these speeches she had never made any
reply: and scarcely any one to this day knew whether his mother had ever
heard from Robert, or was aware of his movements and history. This
position had been very impressive to the little community. It is a kind
of pride with which in Scotland there is a great deal of sympathy.
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