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Madgeโs airs were at length fortunately cut short by her encountering in her progress the looks of the clergyman, who fixed upon her a glance, at once steady, compassionate, and admonitory. She hastily opened an empty pew which happened to be near her, and entered, dragging in Jeanie after her. Kicking Jeanie on the shins, by way of hint that she should follow her example, she sunk her head upon her hand for the space of a minute. Jeanie, to whom this posture of mental devotion was entirely new, did not attempt to do the like, but looked round her with a bewildered stare, which her neighbours, judging from the company in which they saw her, very naturally ascribed to insanity. Every person in their immediate vicinity drew back from this extraordinary couple as far as the limits of their pew permitted; but one old man could not get beyond Madgeโs reach, ere, she had snatched the prayer-book from his hand, and ascertained the lesson of the day. She then turned up the ritual, and with the most overstrained enthusiasm of gesture and manner, showed Jeanie the passages as they were read in the service, making, at the same time, her own responses so loud as to be heard above those of every other person.
Notwithstanding the shame and vexation which Jeanie felt in being thus exposed in a place of worship, she could not and durst not omit rallying her spirits so as to look around her, and consider to whom she ought to appeal for protection so soon as the service should be concluded. Her first ideas naturally fixed upon the clergyman, and she was confirmed in the resolution by observing that he was an aged gentleman, of a dignified appearance and deportment, who read the service with an undisturbed and decent gravity, which brought back to becoming attention those younger members of the congregation who had been disturbed by the extravagant behaviour of Madge Wildfire. To the clergyman, therefore, Jeanie resolved to make her appeal when the service was over.
It is true she felt disposed to be shocked at his surplice, of which she had heard so much, but which she had never seen upon the person of a preacher of the word. Then she was confused by the change of posture adopted in different parts of the ritual, the more so as Madge Wildfire, to whom they seemed familiar, took the opportunity to exercise authority over her, pulling her up and pushing her down with a bustling assiduity, which Jeanie felt must make them both the objects of painful attention. But, notwithstanding these prejudices, it was her prudent resolution, in this dilemma, to imitate as nearly as she could what was done around her. The prophet, she thought, permitted Naaman the Syrian to bow even in the house of Rimmon. Surely if I, in this streight, worship the God of my fathers in mine own language, although the manner thereof be strange to me, the Lord will pardon me in this thing.
In this resolution she became so much confirmed, that, withdrawing herself from Madge as far as the pew permitted, she endeavoured to evince by serious and composed attention to what was passing, that her mind was composed to devotion. Her tormentor would not long have permitted her to remain quiet, but fatigue overpowered her, and she fell fast asleep in the other corner of the pew.
Jeanie, though her mind in her own despite sometimes reverted to her situation, compelled herself to give attention to a sensible, energetic, and well-composed discourse, upon the practical doctrines of Christianity, which she could not help approving, although it was every word written down and read by the preacher, and although it was delivered in a tone and gesture very different from those of Boanerges Stormheaven, who was her fatherโs favourite preacher. The serious and placid attention with which Jeanie listened, did not escape the clergyman. Madge Wildfireโs entrance had rendered him apprehensive of some disturbance, to provide against which, as far as possible, he often turned his eyes to the part of the church where Jeanie and she were placed, and became soon aware that, although the loss of her head-gear, and the awkwardness of her situation, had given an uncommon and anxious air to the features of the former, yet she was in a state of mind very different from that of her companion. When he dismissed the congregation, he observed her look around with a wild and terrified look, as if uncertain what course she ought to adopt, and noticed that she approached one or two of the most decent of the congregation, as if to address them, and then shrunk back timidly, on observing that they seemed to shun and to avoid her. The clergyman was satisfied there must be something extraordinary in all this, and as a benevolent man, as well as a good Christian pastor, he resolved to inquire into the matter more minutely.
CHAPTER EIGHTH. There governed in that year A stern, stout churlโan angry overseer. Crabbe.
While Mr. Staunton, for such was this worthy clergymanโs name, was laying aside his gown in the vestry, Jeanie was in the act of coming to an open rupture with Madge.
โWe must return to Mummerโs barn directly,โ said Madge; โweโll be ower late, and my mother will be angry.โ
โI am not going back with you, Madge,โ said Jeanie, taking out a guinea, and offering it to her; โI am much obliged to you, but I maun gang my ain road.โ
โAnd me coming aโ this way out oโ my gate to pleasure you, ye ungratefuโ cutty,โ answered Madge; โand me to be brained by my mother when I gang hame, and aโ for your sake!โBut I will gar ye as goodโ
โFor Godโs sake,โ said Jeanie to a man who stood beside them, โkeep her off!โshe is mad.โ
โEy, ey,โ answered the boor; โI hae some guess of that, and I trow thou beโst a bird of the same feather.โHowsomever, Madge, I redd thee keep hand off her, or Iโse lend thee a whisterpoop.โ
Several of the lower class of the parishioners now gathered round the strangers, and the cry arose among the boys that โthere was a-going to be a fite between mad Madge Murdockson and another Bess of Bedlam.โ But while the fry assembled with the humane hope of seeing as much of the fun as possible, the laced cocked-hat of the beadle was discerned among the multitude, and all made way for that person of awful authority. His first address was to Madge.
โWhatโs brought thee back again, thou silly donnot, to plague this parish? Hast thou brought ony more bastards wiโ thee to lay to honest menโs doors? or does thou think to burden us with this goose, thatโs as hare-brained as thysell, as if rates were no up enow? Away wiโ thee to thy thief of a mother; sheโs fast in the stocks at Barkston town-endโ Away wiโ ye out oโ the parish,
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