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After following them through several streets, Fergus saw them stop at a door.Gibbie opened it with a key which his spy imagined the woman gave him.They entered, and shut it almost in Fergus's face, as he hurried up determined to speak.Gibbie led the poor shivering creature up the stair, across the chaos of furniture, and into his room, in the other corner next to Donal's.To his joy he found the fire was not out.He set her in the easiest chair he had, put the kettle on, blew the fire to a blaze, made coffee, cut bread and butter, got out a pot of marmalade, and ate and drank with his guest.She seemed quite bewildered and altogether unsure.Ibelieve she took him at last, finding he never spoke, for half-crazy, as not a few had done, and as many would yet do.She smelt of drink, but was sober, and ready enough to eat.When she had taken as much as she would, Gibbie turned down the bed-clothes, made a sign to her she was to sleep there, took the key from the outside of the door, and put it in the lock on the inside, nodded a good-night, and left her, closing the door softly, which he heard her lock behind him, and going to Donal's room, where he slept.

In the morning he knocked at her door, but there was no answer, and opening it, he found she was gone.

When he told Mistress Murkison what he had done, he was considerably astonished at the wrath and indignation which instantly developed themselves in the good creature's atmosphere.That her respectable house should be made a hiding-place from the wind and a covert from the tempest, was infuriating.Without a moment's delay, she began a sweeping and scrubbing, and general cleansing of the room, as if all the devils had spent the night in it.And then for the first time Gibbie reflected, that, when he ran about the streets, he had never been taken home--except once, to be put under the rod and staff of the old woman.If Janet had been like the rest of them, he would have died upon Glashgar, or be now wandering about the country, doing odd jobs for half-pence! He must not do like other people--would not, could not, dared not be like them! He had had such a thorough schooling in humanity as nobody else had had! He had been to school in the streets, in dark places of revelry and crime, and in the very house of light!

When Mistress Murkison told him that if ever he did the like again, she would give him notice to quit, he looked in her face: she stared a moment in return, then threw her arms round his neck, and kissed him.

"Ye're the bonniest cratur o' a muckle idiot 'at ever man saw!" she cried; "an' gien ye dinna tak the better care, ye'll be soopit aff to haiven afore ye ken whaur ye are or what ye're aboot."Her feelings, if not her sentiments, experienced a relapse when she discovered that one of her few silver tea-spoons was gone--which, beyond a doubt, the woman had taken: she abused her, and again scolded Gibbie, with much vigour.But Gibbie said to himself, "The woman is not bad, for there were two more silver spoons on the table." Even in the matter of stealing we must think of our own beam before our neighbour's mote.It is not easy to be honest.

There is many a thief who is less of a thief than many a respectable member of society.The thief must be punished, and assuredly the other shall not come out until he has paid the uttermost farthing.Gibbie, who would have died rather than cast a shadow of injustice, was not shocked at the woman's depravity like Mistress Murkison.I am afraid he smiled.He took no notice either of her scoldings or her lamentations; but the first week after he came of age, he carried her a present of a dozen spoons.

Fergus could not tell Ginevra what he had seen; and if he told her father, she would learn that he had been playing the spy.To go to Mr.Sclater would have compromised him similarly.And what great occasion was there? He was not the fellow's keeper!

That same day Gibbie went back to his guardians.At his request Mrs.Sclater asked Ginevra to spend the following evening with them:

he wanted to tell her about Donal.She accepted the invitation.

But in a village near the foot of Glashgar, Donal had that morning done what was destined to prevent her from keeping her engagement:

he had posted a letter to her.In an interval of comparative quiet, he had recalled the verses he sang to her as they walked that evening, and now sent them--completed in a very different tone.Not a word accompanied them.

My thoughts are like fire-flies pulsing in moonlight;My heart like a silver cup full of red wine;My soul a pale gleaming horizon, whence soon light Will flood the gold earth with a torrent divine.

My thouchts are like worms in a starless gloamin';My hert like a sponge that's fillit wi' gall;My sowl like a bodiless ghaist sent a roamin', To bide i' the mirk till the great trumpet call.

But peace be upo' ye, as deep as ye're lo'esome!

Brak na an hoor o' yer fair-dreamy sleep, To think o' the lad wi' a weicht in his bosom, 'At ance sent a cry till ye oot o' the deep.

Some sharp rocky heicht, to catch a far mornin'

Ayont a' the nichts o' this warld, he'll clim';For nane shall say, Luik! he sank doon at her scornin', Wha rase by the han' she hield frank oot to him.

The letter was handed, with one or two more, to Mr.Galbraith, at the breakfast table.He did not receive many letters now, and could afford time to one that was for his daughter.He laid it with the rest by his side, and after breakfast took it to his room and read it.He could no more understand it than Fergus could the Epistle to the Romans, and therefore the little he did understand of it was too much.But he had begun to be afraid of his daughter: her still dignity had begun to tell upon him in his humiliation.He laid the letter aside, said nothing, and waited, inwardly angry and contemptuous.After a while he began to flatter himself with the hope that perhaps it was but a sort of impertinent valentine, the writer of which was unknown to Ginevra.From the moment of its arrival, however, he kept a stricter watch upon her, and that night prevented her from going to Mrs.Sclater's.Gibbie, aware that Fergus continued his visits, doubted less and less that she had given herself to "The Bledder," as Donal called the popular preacher.

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