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The look of those grave, tender eyes, the touch of that soft, beautiful hand, the half embrace in which he had been folded in his sorrow, dwelt in his grateful memory, all the more on account of his grandmother's attitude of antagonism.
On the following morning Kenneth was just strapping on his satchel preparatory to making a start for school, when he heard a well-known voice, and saw John Lindores, the wright, with Nelly in his hand, standing at the cottage door.