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filling of the vacant chair the inhabitants of Marchlaw. "Excuse me, sir! excuse me, sir!" said Peter, the words trembling upon his tongue; "but ye cannot--ye cannot sit there!" "O man! man!" cried Mrs. Elliot, "get out o' that! get out o' that!--take my chair!--take ony chair i' the house!--but dinna, dinna sit there! It has never been sat in by mortal being since the death o' my dear bairn!--and to see it filled by another is a thing I canna endure!" "Sir! sir!" continued the father, "ye have done it through ignorance, and we excuse ye. But that was my Thomas's seat! Twelve years this very day--his birthday--he perished, Heaven kens how! He went out from our sight, like the cloud that passes over the hills--never--never to return. And, O sir, spare a father's feelings! for to see it filled wrings the blood from my heart!" "Give me your hand, my worthy soul!" exclaimed the seaman; "I revere--nay, hang it! I would die for your feelings! But Tom Elliot was my friend, and I cast anchor in this chair by special commission. I know that a sudden broadside of joy is a bad thing; but, as I don't know how to preach a sermon before telling you, all I have to say is--that Tom an't dead." "Not dead!" said Peter, grasping the hand of the stranger, and speaking with an eagerness that almost choked his utterance: "O sir! sir! tell me how!--how!--Did ye say, living?--Is my ain Thomas living?" "Not dead, do ye say?" cried Mrs. Elliot, hurrying towards him and grasping his other hand--"not dead! And shall I see my bairn again? Oh! may the blessing o' Heaven, and the blessing o' a broken-hearted mother be upon the bearer o' the gracious tidings! But tell me--tell me, how is it possible! As ye would expect happiness here or hereafter, dinna, dinna deceive me!" "Deceive you!" returned the stranger, grasping, with impassioned earnestness, their hands in his--"Never!--never! and all I can say is--Tom Elliot is alive and hearty." "No, no!" said Elizabeth, rising from her seat, "he does not deceive us; there is that in his countenance which bespeaks a falsehood impossible." And she also endeavoured to move towards him, when Johnson threw his arm around her to withhold her. "Hands off, you land-lubber!" exclaimed the seaman, springing towards them, "or, shiver me! I'll show daylight through your timbers in the turning of a hand-spike!" And, clasping the lovely girl in his arms, "Betty! Betty, my love!" he cried, "don't you
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