Malcolm, Volume 1

Old Duncan grasps his son's arm and quickens his pace, though already breathing hard from their walk along that path near the sea. At the same time Mrs. Catanach comes gliding along the grass by the side of the road, noiseless as an adder. Wearing black silk gown, white shawl, and a great straw bonnet, she looks the very pattern of Sunday respectability . . . but her black eyebrows gloom ominously, and an evil smile shadows about the corners of her mouth as she passes father and son -- with...