What's Mine's Mine — Volume 2

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George MacDonald. What's Mine's Mine — Volume 2

CHAPTER I. THE STORY TOLD BY IAN

CHAPTER II. ROB OF THE ANGELS

CHAPTER III. AT THE NEW HOUSE

CHAPTER IV. THE BROTHERS

CHAPTER V. THE PRINCESS

CHAPTER VI. THE TWO PAIRS

CHAPTER VII. AN CABRACH MOR

CHAPTER VIII. THE STAG'S HEAD

CHAPTER IX. ANNIE OF THE SHOP

CHAPTER X. THE ENCOUNTER

CHAPTER XI. A LESSON

CHAPTER XII. NATURE

CHAPTER XIII. GRANNY ANGRY

CHAPTER XIV. CHANGE

CHAPTER XV. LOVE ALLODIAL

CHAPTER XVI. MERCY CALLS ON GRANNIE

CHAPTER XVII. IN THE TOMB

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Among the peasantry assembled at the feast, were two that had neither danced, nor seated themselves at the long table where all were welcome. Mercy wondered what might be the reason of their separation. Her first thought was that they must be somehow, she could not well imagine how, in lower position than any of the rest—had perhaps offended against the law, perhaps been in prison, and so the rest would not keep company with them; or perhaps they were beggars who did not belong to the clan, and therefore, although fed, were not allowed to eat with it! But she soon saw she must be wrong in each conjecture; for if there was any avoiding, it was on the part of the two: every one, it was clear, was almost on the alert to wait upon them. They seemed indeed rather persons of distinction than outcasts; for it was with something like homage, except for a certain coaxing tone in the speech of the ministrants, that they were attended. They had to help themselves to nothing; everything was carried to them. Now one, now another, where all were guests and all were servants, would rise from the table to offer them something, or see what they would choose or might be in want of, while they partook with the same dignity and self-restraint that was to be noted in all.

The elder was a man about five-and-fifty, tall and lean, with a wiry frame, dark grizzled hair, and a shaven face. His dress, which was in the style of the country, was very poor, but decent; only his plaid was large and thick, and bright compared with the rest of his apparel: it was a present he had had from his clan-some giving the wool, and others the labour in carding, dyeing, and weaving it. He carried himself like a soldier-which he had never been, though his father had. His eyes were remarkably clear and keen, and the way he used them could hardly fail to attract attention. Every now and then they would suddenly fix themselves with a gaze of earnest inquiry, which would either grow to perception, or presently melt away and let his glance go gently roving, ready to receive, but looking for nothing. His face was very brown and healthy, with marked and handsome features. Its expression seemed at first a little severe, but soon, to reading eyes, disclosed patience and tenderness. At the same time there was in it a something indescribably unlike the other faces present-and indeed his whole person and carriage were similarly peculiar. Had Mercy, however, spent on him a little more attention, the peculiarity would have explained itself. She would have seen that, although everybody spoke to him, he never spoke in reply—only made signs, sometimes with his lips, oftener with hand or head: the man was deaf and dumb. But such was the keenness of his observation that he understood everything said to him by one he knew, and much from the lips of a stranger.

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"When you see the angels, you don't think much about their clothes."

"And what were they saying?"

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