WEIR OF HERMISTON
startled into a more natural tone. 'Na, na, it's no sae bad as that. It's the mistress, my lord; she just fair flittit before my e'en. She just gi'ed a sab and was by wi' it. Eh, my bonny Miss Jeannie, that I mind sae weel!' And forth again upon that pouring tide of lamentation in which women of her class excel and overabound.
Lord Hermiston sat in the saddle beholding her. Then he seemed to recover command upon himself.
'Weel, it's something of the suddenest,' said he. 'But she was a dwaibly body from the first.'
And he rode home at a precipitate amble with Kirstie at his horse's heels.
Dressed as she was for her last walk, they had laid the dead lady on her bed. She was never interesting in life; in death she was not impressive; and as her husband stood before her, with his hands crossed behind his powerful back, that which he
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