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You must state this matter properly to your clan, Vich Iain Vohr, to prevent a recurrence of their precipitate violence. Fergus bowed. 'And now, gentlemen, let me have the pleasure to see you shake hands. They advanced coldly, and with measured steps, each apparently reluctant to appear most forward in concession.
Iain' drunk; no, marster, Iain' drunk. I ain' teched a drap er nuffin' sence las' Chris'mas, suh'. "'Youer drunk, Ben, an' don't you dare ter 'spute my wo'd, er I'll kill you in yo' tracks! I'll talk ter you Sad'day night, suh, w'en you'll be sober, an' w'en you'll hab Sunday ter 'fleet over ou' conve'sation, an' 'nuss yo' woun's.
On this had Iain the superb escritoire of her Highness, made of Venetian glass, in which the ducal arms were painted; and also the magnificent album of her deceased lord, Duke Philip.
The blood swept to M'Iver's face, and his eye quailed. "I favoured no such impolitic act," said he, slowly. "I saw you were bent on going, and I but backed you up, to leave you some rags of illusion to cover your naked sin." "I thought no less," said Argile, sadly, "and yet, do you know, Iain, you did me a bad turn yonder.
"Tut, tut," said M'Iver, pouring his cousin a glass; "you're in the vapours, and need a good night's sleep. There's no one in Argile dare question your spirit, whatever they may think of your policy." Argile relapsed into his chair, and looked with a pitiful eye at his kinsman. "My good Iain," he said, "do you ken the old Lochow wife's story of the two daws?
He reached out his hand and placed it on the arm of the chair where his wife's hand should have been, and patted the place kindly. He would shut his eyes to everything but that she was good and sweet and his wife. Whatever else she lacked that her beauty had covered up and hidden, and the want of which had Iain unsuspected in their previous formal intercourse, could not be mended now.
"Who is he, this bold fellow?" I asked one of my friends, pausing with a foot on the door-step, a little surprised at the want of reverence to MacCailein in the man's bearing. "Iain Aluinn John Splendid," said my friend. We were talking in the Gaelic, and he made a jocular remark there is no English for.
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