[Alec Forbes of Howglen by George MacDonald]@TWC D-Link bookAlec Forbes of Howglen CHAPTER VIII 7/13
And, indeed, the permission did awake some ill-grounded expectations in the mind of Annie. She followed him into the shop, and saw quite a fabulous wealth of good things around her; of which, however, lest she should put forth her hand and take, the militant eyes of Robert Bruce never ceased watching her, with quick-recurring glances, even while he was cajoling some customer into a doubtful purchase. Long before dinner-time arrived, she was heartily sick of the monotony of buying and selling in which she had no share.
Not even a picture-book was taken down from the window for her to look at; so that she soon ceased to admire even the picture-books--a natural result of the conviction that they belonged to a sphere above her reach.
Mr Bruce, on the other hand, looked upon them as far below the notice of his children, although he derived a keen enjoyment from the transference, by their allurements, of the half-pence of other children from their pockets into his till. "Naisty trash o' lees," he remarked, apparently for Annie's behoof, as he hung the fresh bait up in his window, after two little urchins, with _bawbees_ to spend, had bought a couple of the radiant results of literature and art combined.
"Naisty trash o' lees--only fit for dirrty laddies and lassies." He stood on the watch in his shop like a great spider that ate children; and his windows were his web. They dined off salt herrings and potatoes--much better fare than bad porridge and watered milk.
Robert Bruce the younger, who inherited his father's name and disposition, made faces at Annie across the table as often as he judged it prudent to run the risk of discovery; but Annie was too stupefied with the awful change to mind it much, and indeed required all the attention she had at command, for the arrest of herring bones on their way to her throat. After dinner, business was resumed in the shop, with at least the resemblance of an increase of vigour, for Mrs Bruce went behind the counter, and gave her husband time to sit down at the desk to write letters and make out bills.
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