But it was the sight of the house of Hungrygrain
that sent a shiverdown his spine. Every second man in Jeddart, they say,was a
free-trader.
The old man had not spoken, but had made little
sounds of welcome,and now he patted Mr Dotts arm.
And mymails are at the Kings Arms and I have no
place bespoken.
What the devil have you to do with yourmistresss
affairs?
My aunt and I are about to take coach for the
south. Wait till ye see it afore yemak up your mind about England.
She has estates of herown in Norfolk, so she is
well-dowered, besides what her paymastersgive her. So he leftit to the Chief Fisher
to begin.
Weel, the Union came,but Yonderdale didna change
its trade.
There are no neighbours except a fewdrunken
bonnet-lairds, and Cheviot hems it in like a dyke.
He regarded Jockwith the fresh critical eyes which
he would have turned upon ahorse or dog.
Hes for the English Gate and the Tweed
brig.
That man with Miss Evandale, he said, was Sir
Turnour Wyse. Jock still stood limply, like a man who has been struck between
theeyes. Wed better get to work, forthere is no time to waste. He seized MrLammass
coat by the lapels and thrust his face close to his. Jock drank, and presently he
raised his head.
My aunt and I are about to take coach for the
south.
One man canna force adoor that a dozen are haudin
against him.