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MacDonald, George, 1824-1905

"Salted with Fire"

And, eh, I'm richt glaid to see ye again!"
They were already in the house, for she had followed him in almost
mechanically; and the soutar was setting for her the only chair there was,
when the cry of a child reached their ears. The girl started to her feet. A
rosy flush of delight overspread her countenance; she fell a-trembling from
head to foot, and it seemed uncertain whether she would succeed in running
to the cry, or must fall to the floor.
"Ay," exclaimed the soutar, with one of his sudden flashes of unquestioning
insight, "by the luik o' ye, ye ken that for the cry o' yer ain bairn, my
bonny lass! Ye'll hae been missin him, sair, I doobt!--There! sit ye doon,
and I'll hae him i' yer airms afore ae meenut!"
She obeyed him and sat down, but kept her eyes fixed on the door, wildly
expectant. The soutar made haste, and ran to fetch the child. When he
returned with him in his arms, he found her sitting bolt upright, with her
hands already apart, held out to receive him, and her eyes alive as he had
never seen eyes before.


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