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The Elect Lady by George MacDonald
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An expression half amused, half shy, without trace of mortification, for
an instant shadowed the young man's face.

"I wish you would let me have the lines again, ma'am! Indeed I should be
obliged to you!" he said.

"Well, I confess they might first be improved! I read them one evening
to my father, and he agreed with me that two or three of them were not
quite rhythmical. But he said it was a fair attempt, and for a
working-man very creditable."

What Andrew was thinking, it would have been hard to gather from his
smile; but I believe it was that, if he had himself read the verses
aloud, the laird would have found no fault with their rhythm. His
carriage seemed more that of a patient, respectful amusement than
anything else.

Alexa rose, but resumed her seat, saying:

"As the poem is a religious one, there can be no harm in handing it you
on Sunday after church!--that is," she added, meaningly, "if you will be
there!"

"Give it to Dawtie, if you please, ma'am," replied Andrew.

"Ah!" rebuked Miss Fordyce, in a tone almost of rebuke.

"I seldom go to church, ma'am," said Andrew, reddening a little, but
losing no sweetness from his smile.
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