Marjorie was not well pleased that her
cousin should have usurped her book, but loyalty to Eugene made her
suppress any expression of indignation. Mr. Terry had to read that
letter through his spectacles, and Tryphosa; and on Sunday she proposed
to invade the sanctity of Mr. Wilks' chamber and interest him in both
letter and book.
The Sunday came and went, and then the slow week dragged along. Whoever
would have thought that, a short time ago, they had been so cheerful, so
merry, even with danger threatening and death at their door. The dominie
was out of his room at last, walking about with his arm in a sling,
rejoicing in changes of raiment which Coristine had sent from his
boarding house by express and the mail waggon. The city clothes suited
him better than his pedestrian suit, and made him the fashionable man of
the neighbourhood. In conversation over his friend, he remarked that he
was pleased to find Corry toning down, writing quiet sensible letters,
without a single odious pun. "Puir laddie!" said the Squire, "if it wad
mak him blither, I could stan' a haill foolscap sheet o' them.
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