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
When she had got all this more or less distinctly into her mind, she
read the story of the captain of the band, Lewis or Lew Winterman, with
a dozen aliases. He was a German by origin, though an American born. He
spoke English with a slight German accent. He was large and tall and
fair, of great strength, and very ingratiating manners. He had gone
through a hundred adventures all told at length. He had ruined both men
and women wherever he took his fatal way. He was a hero of romance, he
was a monster of cruelty. Slaughter and bloodshed were his natural
element. He was known to have an extraordinary ascendancy over his band,
so that there was nothing they would not do while under his influence;
though, when free from him, they hated and feared him. Thus every man of
the party was the object of pursuit, if not for himself, yet in hopes
of finding some clue to the whereabouts of this master ruffian, whose
gifts were such that, though he would not recoil from the most
cold-blooded murder, he could also wheedle the bird from the tree. Mrs
Ogilvy carefully locked this dreadful paper away again with trembling
hands. It took her a little trouble to find a safe place to which there
was a lock and key, but she did so at last. And when she went
down-stairs it was with a feeling that Mr Somerville’s prayer to steek
her doors, and Robbie’s concern for the fastening of all the windows,
were perhaps justified; but what would bring a man like that over land
and sea--what would bring him here to the peaceful Hewan? No, no; it was
not a thing for any reasonable person to fear. There were plenty of
places in the world to take refuge in more like such a man. What would
he do here?--he could find nothing to do here. America, Mrs Ogilvy had
always heard, was a very big place, far bigger than England and Scotland
and Ireland put together. He must have plenty of howffs there. And if
not America, there was Germany, which they said he came from, or other
places on the Continent, far, far more likely to have hiding-holes for a
criminal than the country about Edinburgh. No, no. No, no. Therefore
there was no fear.
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