Man could never be made at
home here, save by a mutilation, a depression, a lessening of his
being; those who fancy it their home, will come, by growth, one day
to feel that it is no more their home than its mother's egg is the
home of the lark.
For some time Donal's savings continued to support the old woman and
her grand-daughter. But ere long Doory got so much to do in the way
of knitting stockings and other things, and was set to so many light
jobs by kindly people who respected her more than her husband
because they saw her less extraordinary, that she seldom troubled
him. Miss Carmichael offered to do what she could to get Eppy a
place, if she answered certain questions to her satisfaction. How
she liked her catechizing I do not know, but she so far satisfied
her interrogator that she did find her a place in Edinburgh. She
wept sore at leaving Auchars, but there was no help: rumour had been
more cruel than untrue, and besides there was no peace for her near
the castle. Not once had lord Forgue sought her since he gave her up
to Donal, and she thought he had then given her up altogether.
Notwithstanding his kindness to her house, she all but hated
Donal--perhaps the more nearly that her conscience told he had done
nothing but what was right.
Things returned into the old grooves at the castle, but the happy
thought of his friend the cobbler, hammering and stitching in the
town below, was gone from Donal.
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