A Monk of Fife by Andrew Lang
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the while with confusion and fear of her anger.
Suddenly a new look, such as I had never seen before on her face in her light angers, came into her eyes, which grew hard and cold, her mouth also showing stiff; and so she stood, pale, gazing sternly, and as one unable to speak. Then-- "Go out of my sight," she said, very low, "and from my father's house! Forth with you for a mocker and a gangrel loon!"--speaking in our common Scots,--"and herd with the base thieves from whom you came, coward and mocking malapert!" The storm had fallen on my head, even as I feared it must, and I stood as one bereft of speech and reason. The Maid knew no word of our speech, and this passion of Elliot's, and so sudden a change from kindness to wrath, were what she might not understand. "Elliot, ma mie," she said, very sweetly, "what mean you by this anger? The damsel has treated me with no little favour. Tell me, I pray, in what she has offended." But Elliot, not looking at her, said to me again, and this time tears leaped up in her eyes--"Forth with you! begone, ere I call that archer to drag you before the judges of the good town." I was now desperate, for, clad as I was, the archer had me at an avail, and, if I were taken before the men of the law, all would be known, and my shrift would be short. |
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