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He sat thoughtful for a few minutes , when Helen , to change the subject , inquired after her old nurse , Janet White . `` Poor body , '' said he , raising his head , `` her spirits are clean gone . I understand she sits mourning for you by the fire , cowering thegither like a pigeon that 's lost its mate , or a ewe whose lamb has been struck dead by its side . It would wring tears from a heart o ' stane to hear her lamenting , morning , noon , and night , for her ` dear bairn , ' as she aye ca'ed ye -- rocking her head and chirming owre her sorrow , like a hen bird owre its rifled nest . I had her owre at the Hall the day after I cam back frae London , and just afore I cam here to seek for ye . But there is naething aboot it that she taks delight in noo . And , when I strove to amuse her , by taking her through the garden and plantations , -LRB- though I stood mair in need o ' comfort mysel ' -RRB- , she would stand still and lean her head against a tree , in the very middle o ' some o ' the bonniest spots , while a tear came rowing down her cheeks , and look in my face wi ' such a sorrowfu ' expression , that a thousand arrows , entering my breast at ance , couldna hae caused me mair agony .