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Caine, Hall, Sir, 1853-1931

"The Woman Thou Gavest Me Being the Story of Mary O'Neill"

You'll have no peace of your life, my lady,
until you turn that woman out of the house."
Then in a fit of despair, hardly knowing what I was doing, I covered my
face with my hands and said:
"I had better turn myself out instead, perhaps."
The combing of my hair suddenly stopped, and at the next moment I heard
Price saying in a voice which seemed to come from a long way off:
"Goodness gracious me! Is it like that, my lady?"


SEVENTY-FIFTH CHAPTER

Alma was as good as her word.
She did everything without consulting me--fixed the date of the
reception for a month after the day of my father's visit, and sent out
invitations to all "the insular gentry" included in the lists which came
from Nessy MacLeod in her stiff and formal handwriting.
These lists came morning after morning, until the invitations issued
reached the grand total of five hundred.
As the rooms of the Castle were not large enough to accommodate so many
guests, Alma proposed to erect a temporary pavilion. My father agreed,
and within a week hundreds of workmen from Blackwater were setting up a
vast wooden structure, in the form of the Colosseum, on the headlands
beyond the garden where Martin and I had walked together.


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