The Marquis of Lossie

reeting -- rendered yet more restless by her talk, he went bac

rose. She arose herself also, and looked after him from the door -- a proud and

ady back, as gien some thoucht had set him straught. -- Gien the fractious brute wad but brak a bane or twa o' him!" she went on in growing anger. "The impidence o' the fallow! He has his leave: what for disna he tak' it an' gang? But oot o' this

ng tide: he gave Kelpie the rein, and she sprang into a wild gallop, every now and then flinging her heels as high as her rider's head. But finding, as they approached the stony part from which rose the great rock called the Bored Craig, that he could not pull her up in time, he turned her head towards the long dune of sand which, a little beyo

d. She wheeled and reared, and, in wrath or in terror, strained every nerve to unseat her rider,

"She's a mad brute, an' I mayna be able t

e paid no heed, but stood with her child in her arms and gazed at Kel

ckit oot yer harns; but ye ha'e the bairn, woman!

ail," she said, in a tone whose very

g himself from Kelpie's back, and, hanging hard on the bit with one hand, searched wit

if her eagerness should turn to impatience, she would do her endeavour to bite him. After crunching thr

aid hurriedly. "Sp

e; then her gaze sought the far horizon, which to seafaring people is as the hills whence cometh th

erning his sister than had yet reached himself? A fine

he would have married her before the child was born. But Malcolm had had a suspicion from the first, and now her words all but confi

h under the shoulder blade from Kelpie's long teeth:

e that, Lizz

a'colm, but I'm sure it's tru

r at any time rendered him insensible to that of others

e 'ill be scornin' me sair whan he comes to ken. Ma'colm, ye're the only ane 'at disna luik doon upo' me, an whan ye cam' ower the tap o

d by the girl's confidence, though to be tru

er service. Bide aboot here -- or, luik ye: here's the key o' yon door; come throu' that intil the park -- throu' aneth the toll ro'd, ye ken. There ye'll get into the lythe (lee)

me, Ma'colm: I'm no w

dy at full speed alon

a'e a richt lass to lo'e him some day! It's a' ane to him, boat or beast. He wadna turn frae the deil himsel'.

, Lizzy's heart yet ached at the thought th