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As we went over the bridge a little dog, his lordship's favourite, lying at the door, weary, no doubt, of sullen looks and silence, came leaping and barking about us at John's cheery invitation, in a joy, as it would appear, to meet any one with a spark of life and friendliness. Argile was in his bed-chamber and between blankets, in the hands of his physician, who had been bleeding him.
"Do you know," he added, "I'm Archibald, Marquis of Argile, and under the cope and canopy of heaven this January night there's not a creature of God's making more down in the heart and degraded than I? If the humblest servant in my house pointed a scornful finger at me and cried 'Coward, I would bow my head. Ay, ay! it's good of you, sir, to shake a dissenting head; but I'm a chief discredited.
My grandfather was the grandson of Tormaid Mor, who held the whole east side of Lochow from Ford to Sonachan, and we have at home the four-posted bed that Tormaid slept on when the heads of the house of Argile were lying on white-hay or chaff. At last John broke into a laugh. "Aren't you the amadan to be biting the tongue between your teeth?" he said. "What is it?"
I would have thought his own paid curate and a neighbour so close as Elrigmore would never waste the hours due to sleep upon treason to the man who deserved better of them." "You should have eavesdropped earlier and you would have learned that there was no treason in the matter. I'm as leal friend to my lord of Argile as you or any of your clan.
His voice rose to an animal cry with an agony in it; the sinister look that did him such injustice breathed across his visage. His knuckle and collar-bones shone blae through the tight skin. "What do I think?" echoed M'Iver. "Well, now " "On your honour now," cried Argile, clutching him by the shoulder.
"Yon spectacle behind us is not humorous to my notion," said he, "whatever it may be to yours. And perhaps the laugh may be on the other side of your face before the night comes. We are here in a spider's web." "I cry pardon for my lightness, John," I answered; "I'll have time enough to sorrow over the clan of Argile.
It is the humour of God Almighty sometimes to put two men in the one skin. So far as I may humbly judge, Argile is the poor victim of such an economy.
Refreshed by our rest and heartened by our meal, we took to the drove-road almost with lightness, and walked through the evening till the moon, the same that gleamed on Loch Linnhe and Lochiel, and lighted Argile to the doom of his reputation for the time being, swept a path of gold upon Lochow, still hampered with broken ice.
M.L. Sigden who suggested, through The Bun, that the little place might have begun life in Anglo-Saxon days as 'Hogslea' or among the Normans as 'Argilé, on account of its much clay. Oddly enough which is seldom the case with free reading-matter our subscribers rather relished the correspondence, and contemporaries quoted freely. 'The secret of power, said Ollyett, 'is not the big stick.
"Here's to the doubt, sir!" said M'Iver. "I'm like yourself and every other man in a quandary of that kind, that thinking on it rarely brought me a better answer to the guess than I got from my instinct to start with." Argile put his fingers through his hair, clearing the temples, and shutting wearied eyes on a perplexing world.
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