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THE FIDDLING GOBLIN 173
At last he could stand it no longer, and one
morning, after a whole batch of suitors had been
turned away, he sent for her to his room. He
was sitting up in bed looking frightfully angry,
and when she came in he roared and beat
his cane on the bed-clothes. He always took
it to bed with him, so that he might bang the
servants if they made too much noise when they
called him in the morning.
“ What is the matter, sir ?” asked Laurine,
making a very pretty curtsey.
“ Matter!” shouted the Baron; “the matter
is that I’m tired of you and your airs, and I
have made up my mind to stand them no longer.
Married you shall be. I am going to give out
a notice to be posted up everywhere that, in
ten days from now, the first twelve gentlemen
who send in their names to me are to come here,
bringing a musical instrument each; and the
one who plays best shall have your hand in
marriage. Now, it’s no good crying. I have
made up my mind, and the messenger carrying
the news shall go out to-day. You have had
the choice of all the grandest persons in the
country, and now you must just take what you
can get. So get out of my sight!”
At last he could stand it no longer, and one
morning, after a whole batch of suitors had been
turned away, he sent for her to his room. He
was sitting up in bed looking frightfully angry,
and when she came in he roared and beat
his cane on the bed-clothes. He always took
it to bed with him, so that he might bang the
servants if they made too much noise when they
called him in the morning.
“ What is the matter, sir ?” asked Laurine,
making a very pretty curtsey.
“ Matter!” shouted the Baron; “the matter
is that I’m tired of you and your airs, and I
have made up my mind to stand them no longer.
Married you shall be. I am going to give out
a notice to be posted up everywhere that, in
ten days from now, the first twelve gentlemen
who send in their names to me are to come here,
bringing a musical instrument each; and the
one who plays best shall have your hand in
marriage. Now, it’s no good crying. I have
made up my mind, and the messenger carrying
the news shall go out to-day. You have had
the choice of all the grandest persons in the
country, and now you must just take what you
can get. So get out of my sight!”
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| Works by selected Scottish authors > Violet Jacob > Stories told by the miller > (199) |
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| Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/129137413 |
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| Description | By Violet Jacob. |
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| Shelfmark | U.38.g |
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| Description | Violet Jacob (1863-1946) was born into an aristocratic family who had lived at the House of Dun near Montrose since the 15th century. Her classic novel of the 1745 Jacobite rising, 'Flemington” (1911), was highly regarded by John Buchan and is still in print. Jacob had a deep appreciation of the Angus dialect and countryside, and this is evident in her celebrated Scots language poetry in volumes such as 'Song of Angus' (1915). |
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| Description | A selection of classic out-of-copyright Scottish poetry, prose and children’s stories from the late 19th and early 20th centuries. |
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