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MacDonald, George, 1824-1905

"Alec Forbes of Howglen"


"I saw Curly yesterday," said Alec at length, with what seemed to Annie
a meaning look.
Her face flushed as red as fire.???-Could Curly have betrayed her?
She managed to stammer out,
"Oh! Did you?
And then silence fell again.
"Eh! Alec," she said at length, taking up the conversation, in her
turn, "we thought we would never see ye again."
"I thought so too," answered Alec, "when the great berg came down on us
through the snow-storm, and flung the barque upon the floe with her
side crushed in.???-How I used to dream about the old school-days, Annie,
and finding you in my hut!-???And I did find you in the snow, Annie."
But a figure came round the other corner???-for the road made a double
sweep at this point???-and cried???-
"Annie, come hame direcly. Ye're wantit."
"I'm coming to see you again soon, Annie," said Alec. "But I must go
away for a mouth or two first."
Annie replied with a smile and an outstretched hand???-nothing more. She
could wait well enough.
How lovely the flowers in the dyke-sides looked as she followed Mrs
Gordon home! But the thought that perhaps Curly had told him something
was like the serpent under them.


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