He knew him in a moment, for of course the heir of Raincy knew everybody within thirty miles. "Only Frank Airie, the Poor Scholar!" he said to himself, his jealousy melting like a summer cloud, "of course what a fool I was. He's on his way home from teaching the Auchenmore brats. Though it is a miracle that he should happen to cross the glen at the same point exactly.
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