Kilmeny of the Orchard

further, Eric left the kitchen. But as he mounted the stairs to his room he heard old Robert muttering, like a man in hope- less bewilderment,

“ Well, I never heard anything like this in all my born days—~never—never. Tim- othy, did you ever hear the like? Them Gordons are an unaccountable lot and no mistake. They couldn’t act like other people if they tried. I must wake mother up and tell her about this, or I’ll never be able to sleep.’ ’

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