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James Grant The Master of Aberfeldie, Volume 3…

But a little time before Eveline had been unconscious of any special blessedness in her life; now—with regard to the fate of her brother and Evan Cameron—it seemed as if the restoration of the past, even while encumbered with captious, fretful, and jealous old Sir Paget, would be worth years of happiness.
'Oh, my brother—my brother Allan? Were there not wicked people enough in the world to be taken, that you must be reft from us?'
And these words found a terrible echo in the heart of Olive. More weary and empty than ever did life look to both, these girls.
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James Grant The Master of Aberfeldie, Volume 3…

Other times she would lie perfectly still, lost in deep thought, as she pictured all the past and tender love her manly brother had ever borne her, and how gently he pitied her, when he discovered her love for the lost Evan Cameron.
'The devil!' said Sir Harry to himself, as he smoked a cigar on the terrace under her windows, and looked up there from time to time and twirled his long fair moustache; 'who could have imagined all this! She must have loved that old fellow after all.'
'In the light of a father, perhaps,' suggested Mr. Pyke Poole.
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James Grant The Master of Aberfeldie, Volume 3…

Allan's life was for a time hovering in the balance, and Olive, as she sat by his pillow looking out on the Lake of Timsah, recalled the pleasant days of their childhood at Dundargue, where they had plaited rushes beside the trouting stream, and he had garlanded her hair with scarlet poppies and yellow cowslips, and he used to call her his little queen and wifie, while the great clouds cast their flying shadows over the green Sidlaw hills and the bonnie Carse of Gowrie.
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