although in that case one would have thought that the action
'Your face is bleeding, Davie. Did he get near enough to hit you?' Archie asked.
'He hit me with a stone. But I gave him better. He's got a bleeding nose to remember this night by.'
We did not dare take the road by the links, but made for the nearest human habitation. This was a farm about half a mile inland, and when we reached it we lay down by the stack- yard gate and panted.
'I've lost my lantern,' said Tam. 'The big black brute! See if I don't tell my father.'
'Ye'll do nothing of the kind,' said Archie fiercely. 'He knows nothing about us and can't do us any harm. But if the story got out and he found out who we were, he'd murder the lot of US.'
He made us swear secrecy, which we were willing enough to do, seeing very clearly the sense in his argument. Then we struck the highroad and trotted back at our best pace to Kirkcaple, fear of our families gradually ousting fear of pursuit. In our excitement Archie and I forgot about our Sabbath hats, reposing quietly below a whin bush on the links.
We were not destined to escape without detection. As ill luck would have it, Mr Murdoch had been taken ill with the stomach-ache after the second psalm, and the congregation had been abruptly dispersed. My mother had waited for me at the church door, and, seeing no signs of her son, had searched the gallery. Then the truth came out, and, had I been only for a mild walk on the links, retribution would have overtaken my truantry. But to add to this I arrived home with a scratched face, no hat, and several rents in my best trousers. I was well cuffed and sent to bed, with the promise of full-dress chastisement when my father should come home in the morning.
My father arrived before breakfast next day, and I was duly and soundly whipped. I set out for school with aching bones to add to the usual depression of Monday morning. At the corner of the Nethergate I fell in with Archie, who was staring at a trap carrying two men which was coming down the street. It was the Free Church minister - he had married a rich wife and kept a horse - driving the preacher of yesterday to the railway station. Archie and I were in behind a doorpost in a twinkling, so that we could see in safety the last of our enemy. He was dressed in minister's clothes, with a heavy fur-coat and a brand new yellow-leather Gladstone bag. He was talking loudly as he passed, and the Free Church minister seemed to be listening attentively. I heard his deep voice saying something about the 'work of God in this place.' But what I noticed specially - and the sight made me forget my aching hinder parts - was that he had a swollen eye, and two strips of sticking-plaster on his cheek.
- and was clear of the oily water, now, and upon a sort of
- of my absence. Immediately on my arrival I bought another,
- of exciting not only pity but sympathy for fallen woman,
- my labour on that occasion. I only wish I may have no worse
- their terrible ordeals in the untracked jungle to the south;
- Heir was running through the St. Paul’s. This was the
- Becky Sharpe had never been described. The plot of the
- be not impossible to have two absolutely distinct parts
- He strove to peer about him, but the feeble ray of the
- that he would even allow her to clean them if it were for
- for the injury of young girls, than have those horrors
- strong-minded, thick-skinned, useful, ordinary member,
- away from our tents the large circle of lookers on. An
- all their engagements with him to the letter — but that
- philosopher Mr. Carlyle. If he be right, we are all going
- no right to expect, seeing that the operation of describing
- and the girl's mind was in such a turmoil that she had
- be distinct, the one will seem to be no more than padding
- either by translation or English notes. Latin was not so
- contamination from the vice? It will be admitted probably
- and go into permanent camp just beyond the great river
- mind much exercised in watching them. But had I also conceived
- by others, for I had nothing to do with it except to write
- women, who are good, pity the sufferings of the vicious,
- resting the electric lamp upon one of the little ebony
- I had done two or three before. Alas! at this very moment
- anxious for something more. If so, I was disappointed.
- sinful. And the punishment inflicted is of such a nature
- He strove to peer about him, but the feeble ray of the
- author, and on many days many hours. After the reading
- I had, however, the further intentions of writing a book
- with our joint family and home.” Who will remember in
- freedom from doubt and questioning. Baynes had urged her
- inaccuracies to which work quickly done must always be
- acts as a protection to female virtue — deterring, as
- “Ralph the Heir”—“The Eustace Diamonds”—“Lady
- in which they are here mentioned, expressing their respective
- were published as a whole, most of them having appeared
- finds it difficult to console herself even with the double
- subject — I think I did give much valuable information.
- barter. Money was scarcely worth anything, but their eagerness
- I had long thought — was one who did not fall out of
- one and the same place. Neefit, the breeches-maker, and
- as never to strike harder than justice would require? The
- first time that he had been surprised there he apologized
- pretty; and her love is as genuine and as well told as
- in one volume, containing something over the normal 300
- have never been a slave to this work, giving due time,
- which marks the natural boundary of the country that the
- character of Melmotte is well maintained. The Beargarden