Out in
Out in the Forty-Five Duncan Keith's Vow
作者：Holt, Emily Sarah, 1836-1893
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共 109 题- Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England
- CHAPTER ONE.
- WE ALIGHT AT BROCKLEBANK FELLS.
- GEORGE HERBERT.
- I listened, and heard the refrain of the Whigs' favourite song,--
- Ambrose's tune had changed to,--
- I stamped on the garret floor.
- CHAPTER TWO.
- TAWNY EYES.
- LONGFELLOW.
- I began to wonder if she meant it.
- I could not help thinking that people did so.
- CHAPTER THREE.
- THE HUNT-SUPPER.
- GEORGE HERBERT.
- I told Flora what I had heard Angus say to Mr Keith.
- I wanted to make as light of it as I could.
- I had recognised the voice, and was able to answer.
- Note 1. The word "ticket" was still spelt "etiquette."
- CHAPTER FOUR.
- THINGS BEGIN TO HAPPEN.
- REV HORATIUS BONAR, D.D.
- I thought I would very much rather go with Flora.
- CHAPTER FIVE.
- LEAVING THE NEST.
- ISABELLA FYVIE MAYO.
- Angus growled out, "Beg your pardon."
- I thought so too.
- I thought it sounded rather pleasant.
- I think it would be easy to be good, if one lived at Monksburn!
- CHAPTER SIX.
- NEW IDEAS FOR CARY.
- BISHOP WALSHAM HOW.
- As we drank our tea, this evening, I said,--
- I felt the tears come into my eyes.
- I thought a minute.
- I did, with both my ears and all my mind.
- Angus made a grimace, and said, "Plenty!"
- The text was, "What think ye of Christ?"
- CHAPTER SEVEN.
- RUMOURS OF WAR.
- CAROLINE, LADY NAIRN.
- I dropped my sewing and ran after her.
- I stopped again, but Sam helped me out himself.
- I do so wish that Flora might stay with me!
- There was a minute's silence, and then she said,--
- CHAPTER EIGHT.
- RULES AND RIBBONS.
- I could not keep it in, and out it came.
- I tried to say something of the same sort, but I am afraid I bungled it.
- When we were undressing that night, I said,--
- I suppose it is so always--if we only thought of it!
- CHAPTER NINE.
- DIFFICULTIES.
- JACOBITE BALLAD.
- I felt, rather than saw, what he meant.
- I sprang up with a smothered cry of "Angus!"
- I wondered how he could possibly doubt it.
- I told her that Flora's brother had been taken prisoner.
- I felt more plagued than ever. What _is_ right?
- I considered that question with one sleeve off.
- CHAPTER TEN.
- SPIDERS' WEBS.
- REV HORATIUS BONAR, D.D.
- I thought a moment, and some words came to my mind.
- I thought, from the tone, that Hatty was giving way a little.
- I looked up, and saw that Hatty's eyes were full of tears.
- I wish my Aunt Kezia was here. I have wished it so many times lately.
- CHAPTER ELEVEN.
- CARY IN A NEW CHARACTER.
- BROWNING.
- I felt pretty sure now that Amelia was not in the plot.
- I told Ephraim what I had said to Amelia.
- I suppose I was rude: but how could I help it?
- To my amazement, she replied,--"To be a nun."
- I rushed to the door again.
- CHAPTER TWELVE.
- BOUGHT WITH A PRICE.
- SHAKESPEARE.
- I was silent. I did not like the idea at all.
- I said no more.
- I turned round and faced her.
- I thought her Ladyship looked rather keenly at me.
- I read in the superb eyes above me that she was not.
- I said I hoped so too.
- I found it hard work to keep silence.
- I wondered very much who told him.
- I felt sure she would need no explanation.
- I felt quite dismayed. I had never thought of this.
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
- STEPPING NORTHWARDS.
- BROWNING.
- I rose at last, and returned the letter to Annas.
- I bowed my head. I felt inclined to burst out crying if I spoke.
- I did not know that Mr Raymond had a mother.
- I said I thought not, but my Aunt Kezia did, often enough.
- I accepted the pie, for I did not care what I had.
- I wondered if he guessed that because he was sorry.
- I felt in a corner, so I ate my pie and was silent.
- I was pleased to hear that. "And what were you going to say about him?"
- I was silent.
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
- HOW THINGS CAME ROUND.
- ISABELLA FYVIE MAYO.
- Ephraim makes me a low bow--over the water bottle. [Note 1.]
- I fancied I saw a twinkle in his eyes.
- Ah, it was so like Angus, "never to think."
- THE END.
- End of Project Gutenberg's Out in the Forty-Five, by Emily Sarah Holt