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Mr father urged me sair, But my mither didna speak, Though she looked into my face, Till my heart was like to break. -- Auld Robin Gray.
"It is rather singular," said Lady Westborough to her daughter as they sat alone one afternoon in the music-room at Westborough Park, -- "it is rather singular that Lord Ulswater should not have come yet. He said he should certainly be here before three o'clock."