'Analecta
Scotica,' and other almost forgotten works,
but who was a great man in his time,
before and after
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「What a splendid type of dog you have
here, Miss Wellwood—all muscle and
sinew—half bull, half fox terrier,」 said
Colville, in a pause of the conversation,
patting Jack, who was nestling close to
Mary's skirt, for the captain deemed
rightly that her dog was a safe thing to
enlarge upon.
「He is indeed a pet—the dearest of
dogs,」 she replied, tickling Jack's ears,
and getting a lick of his red tongue in return.
Mary's gentle voice broke as she told
this little story, and whatever Colville
thought of it, though a town-bred Scotsman,
no unbelief was traceable in his
face.
【關於臨終之光的傳說】
「Ah,」 said Mary, as a smile rippled over
her bright face, 「that is not a legend—it
is history.」
「About what?」
「A miller's daughter who married a king.」
「Then it is a tale of the days
"When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid."」
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Meanwhile, he was closely scrutinising
the soft and downcast face of Mary—downcast
because she was too conscious
of the fervour of his regard.
With all her beauty, Mary Wellwood
had not yet had a lover.
Could she but fashion her little tell-tale
face for a brief period, and make it stony
as that
of a sphinx!
A curious sense
of wrong,
of deception—even
probable sorrow and affront,
possessed her, mingled with that
of a new and
timid delight.
The touch
of his hand seemed to magnetise
her, and yet she longed to get away
from
the reach
of his eyes, his subtle and
detaining voice, for were they not
the
property
of Blanche Galloway!
【關於瑪麗對柯爾維爾的複雜情感與內心掙扎】
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In an atmosphere of drooping acacias,
little palms, curious ferns, cacti, and other
exotics in tubs and pots, where the light
was subdued by the greenery overhead
and around, and where the plashing of a
beautiful bronze fountain alone broke the
stillness, for in the nook of that great
conservatory to which Sir Redmond Sleath
had successfully drawn Ellinor alone, the
music of the band and the merry voices of
the garden party
were scarcely heard, they
were seated together on a blue velvet
lounge; and he, having possessed himself
of her fan, was slowly fanning her, while
he hung admiringly over her—a process
to which she submitted with a soft,
dreamy smile in her speaking hazel eyes;
while with every motion of the fan the
ripples of her fine dark hair were blown
slightly to and fro.
Yet he could not relinquish
her without another effort—another
last appeal; though he quitted the gaieties
of Craigmhor early with a sore and swollen
heart.
【關於花園派對後人物間的暗流與羅伯特的痛苦】
The letter had a postscript:—
'My darling, the windows of your room
face mine over the orchard wall.
If you
have not cast me utterly out of your
heart, for pity sake give me some sign
then to-morrow—place a vase of flowers
upon your window-sill, and I shall know
the token.'
But Robert Wodrow next day, from
earliest dawn till morn was long past,
looked and watched in vain for the sign,
but none was given to him; for though
the heart of Ellinor Wellwood was wrung
within her, she was too completely under
a new and baleful influence now, and the
old love was fast being forgotten.
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To do her a little justice, we must admit
that her first impulse had been to accord
the poor fellow the token for which his
soul thirsted.
A vase of flowers, sent to her but that
morning from Sir Redmond by the hands
of his valet, was on the mantelpiece.
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'Men are very weak,' surmised Lady
Dunkeld; 'but, of course, a man in
Captain Colville's position can mean nothing
more than simplest kindness, but the girls
are pretty—unfortunately for themselves,
I think, more than pretty.'
The pride, admiration, and half-alarm
of Elspat Gordon and other old servitors
on the subject of the visit, which proved
their nine days' wonder, amused while it
annoyed Mary.
She had her own ideas—it
might be fears for the future—and,
though she said little, she thought a good deal.
【關於鄧克爾德夫人對威爾伍德姊妹的看法與僕人們的反應】
Ignorant of the baffled elopement, of
course, and perhaps of Sir Redmond's
departure from the neighbourhood of
Invermay, Robert Wodrow, intent on plans of
his own, came near Ellinor no more, and
seemed to ignore her existence.
'She had no authority for any such
statement,' said Mary, upon whom a kind
of light was beginning to break, and
Colville drew a little nearer, as he seemed
very much disposed to take up
the thread
of the 'old story' where he had left it off
on
the afternoon when he carved their
initials on
the tree, carried off
the bunch
of berries, and gave her in exchange
the
bouquet
of Blanche Galloway, before he
went to Alyth.
【關於柯爾維爾對瑪麗感情狀態的探問及其與布蘭奇的關聯】
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He was gazing on her now with eyes
that were full of admiration and ardour,
while the clasp of his hand seemed to
infuse through her veins some of the force
and love that inspired him. In the glance
they exchanged each read the other's
secret, and he drew her towards him and
kissed her.
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To-morrow came, and the next day, and
the next, but there was no sign of, or
letter from, Captain Colville, so Mary
resumed her arrangements all the more briskly
and bitterly.
Ellinor had heard of his interview with
Mary, and felt much tender interest and
concern. Had he spoken of Sir Redmond
Sleath, or his movements, she marvelled
sorely; but failed to ask.
Meanwhile May's recent thoughts were
of a very mingled and somewhat painful
kind. The memory of his great tenderness
of manner, of the kiss he had snatched,
and the assertion that he was not the
fiancé of Blanche Galloway were all ever
before her in constant iteration, with the
consciousness that no distinct avowal had
preceded, and no proposal had followed
the episode.
A kiss! Their lips had met but once,
yet the memory of such a meeting often
abides for ever.
'How dared he kiss me!
she thought, while her
cheeks burned, and
the conviction that he
had been only amusing himself with her
grew hourly stronger in her heart. She
remembered, too, that he had laughed
once or twice during
the most earnest
parts
of her conversation about her
troubles, and she thought that most people
could hear
of the misfortunes
of others
with tolerable equanimity.
【關於柯爾維爾未兌現的承諾與瑪麗的失望】
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It would be an insult, perhaps, to the
intelligence of the reader to assume that
he or she has not already suspected that
Leslie Colville and the encroaching cousin
Leslie Wellwood were one and the same
person.
Why the devil did we make all
this mystery!」
「We. It was your own suggestion and
wish—not mine,」 said Dr. Wodrow, testily;
「and now they have anticipated everything
by going forth into the wide waste of the
world and leaving us no clue.」
【關於柯爾維爾的計畫、受傷以及與沃德羅醫生的對話】
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