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"Annapla thrieps there's a ghaistly flageolet aboot Doom," said he, "but it'll hae to toil away lang or the wa's o' oor Jericho fa', they're seeven feet thick." "He plays divinely, this ghostly flageoleteer, and knows his Handel to a demi-semi-quaver," said Count Victor coolly. "O Lord! lugs! I told them that!" muttered Mungo. "Pardon!"
He's a quaiet cratur eneuch, only he disna ken whaur he comes frae he disna ken whaur onything comes frae an' he canna bide it. But he wadna hurt leevin' cratur, the laird." "What a dreadful face!" said the girl, shuddering. "It's no an ill faured face," said Malcolm, "only the storm's frichtit him by ord'nar, an' it's unco ghaistly the noo."
"Weel, nothin' to boast on," replied Malcom; "I tho't that if ye had na one a-lookin' after the garden save Hannibal's 'spook, ye'd have but a ghaistly crop. But I'm a-thinkin' there's mair than a ghaist been here." "It was Arden Lacey," said Edith, frankly, but with deepening color.
But a' that was naething compairateevely. I' the mids o' a quaiet contemplation, suddenly, wi' an awfu' stoon, a ghaistly doobt pat it's heid up i' my breist, and cried: 'It's a' fause. The grey luik o' life's the true ane, and the only aspec' ye hae a richt to see. And efter that, a' the whusky in Glenlivat cudna console me. Luik at me noo. Ye see what I am.
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