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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