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Duncan understood the position of the sun and what it signified, as well as the clearest eyed man in Port Lossie, but he could not afford to yield. "It was peing some conspeeracy of ta cursit Cawmills, to make her loss her poor pension," he said.
Ye see he comes o' Glenco, an' the Cawmills are jist a hate till him specially Cawmill o' Glenlyon, wha was the warst o' them a'. Ye sud hear him tell the story till 's pipes, my leddy! It's gran' to hear him! An' the poetry a' his ain!" There came a blinding flash, and a roar through the leaden air, followed by heavy drops mixed with huge hailstones.
"And why haven't you your own name now? I'm sure it's a much prettier name." "Pecause she'll pe taking the other, my tear laty." "And why?" "Pecause pecause ... She will tell you another time. She'll pe tired to talk more apout ta cursed Cawmills this fery tay." "Then Malcolm's name is not MacPhail either?" "No, it is not, my lady." "Is he your son's son, or your daughter's son."
It could not pe without ta sem fathers, and ta sem chief." "He wad say it was 'cause we war a' o' ae bluid 'cause we had a' ae father." "Oh yes, no toubt! We aal come from ta same first paarents; put tat will be a fery long way off, pefore ta clans cot tokether. It 'll not pe holding fery well now, my son. Tat waas pefore ta Cawmills."
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