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Updated: June 20, 2025
If thy trust in God is so sure and perfect!" There came a moment of tense stillness a moment in which my life seemed detached from myself so that I held it like a palpitating separate creature in my hands, Suddenly the recollection of the last vision of all those I had seen among the dark mountains of Coruisk came back to me vividly that of the woman who had knelt outside a barred gate in Heaven, waiting to enter in "O leave her not always exiled and alone!"
Harland, "And I suppose I shall have them to the end of my days. I have sometimes doubted even your good intentions towards me." A dark flush overspread Brayle's face suddenly, and as suddenly paled. He laughed a little forcedly. "I hardly think you have any reason to do so," he said. Mr. Harland did not answer, but turning round, addressed me. "You enjoyed yourself at Loch Coruisk, didn't you?"
It was arranged that we were to join him on board his vessel next day, and either take a sail with him along the island coast or else do the excursion on foot to Loch Coruisk, which was a point not to be missed. As we walked all together along the moonlit deck a chance moment placed him by my side while the others were moving on ahead.
Just now I should like a sound sleep rather than a sunset. It's very unsociable, I know, but " here he half closed his eyes and seemed inclined to doze off there and then. Santoris turned to me. "What do you say? Can you put up with my company for an hour or two and allow me to be your guide to Loch Coruisk? Or would you, too, rather not see the sunset?", Our eyes met.
Having selected a spot for anchoring, with the help of a fisherman who acted as our pilot, we pulled on shore, and making our way over about four hundred yards of rock by the side of a small stream, we reached the dark fresh water Loch Coruisk, round which rose a circle of gigantic barren mountains of purple hue.
And then those black lakes far down in the lone hollows, more death-like and terrible than any tourist-haunted Loch Coruisk: would she not turn to him and, with trembling hands, implore him to take her back and away to the more familiar and bearable South? He began to see all these things with her eyes. He began to fear the awful things of the winter-time and the seas.
You are just now under the spell of your own psychic impressions and memories. That is all. Loch Coruisk has shown you nothing but itself in varying effects of light and cloud there is no mystery here but the everlasting mystery of Nature in which you and I play our several parts. What you have seen or heard I do not know for each individual experience is and always must be different.
Had she never seen the northern twilights, and the awful gloom and wild colors of Loch Coruisk and the Skye hills? There was no holiday-making so healthy, so free from restraint, as that among the far Highland hills and glens, where the clear mountain-air, scented with miles and miles of heather, seemed to produce a sort of intoxication of good spirits within one.
Still, although everything was familiar round us in the confined space of the yacht's cabin, so deeply impressed on my vision was the grand wild scene outside, that I could not help viewing it over the sides and back of the vessel, and I never for one moment lost the consciousness of where we were. We remembered that it was at Coruisk that Bruce encountered Cormack Doil.
You have the same fascination now, only it is a fascination that terrifies me!" I was silent. "The other night," she went on "when Mr. Santoris first came on board I had a singular impression that he was or had been an enemy of mine, though where or how I could not say. It was this that frightened me, and made me too ill and nervous to go with you on that excursion to Loch Coruisk.
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