Then she turned faint for the first time, but determinedly supporting herself, she looked about, saw a brown-paper parcel on a shelf, took it, and hurried out with a shudder.
Robert stood leaning against the wall.

He stretched out his hands eagerly.
'Gie me her.

Gie me her.' 'You had better let me carry it.

You are not able.' 'Na, na, mem.

Ye dinna ken hoo easy she is to hurt.' 'Oh, yes, I do!' returned Miss St.John, smiling, and Robert could not withstand the smile.
'Weel, tak care o' her, as ye wad o' yer ain sel', mem,' he said, yielding.
He was now much better, and before he had been two minutes in the open air, insisted that he was quite well.