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His wisdom well knew when to humor a man, and when to chastise. "Arrah," said Terence, as he took his place, "I'd as soon l'ave me gun behind as Davy and the dhrum." Methinks I can see now, as I write, the long file of woodsmen with their swinging stride, planting one foot before the other, even as the Indian himself threaded the wilderness.
"These weren't purse-proud, because their purses had nothing in them to be proud of," Aline explained. "Their branch of the MacDonalds had lost its money and its love of Scotland. Old Duncan MacDonald was the uncle of the last lord of Dhrum, who had to go away from his island for good and let his castle to 'aliens' English people.
West said, as they turned away from the house again in their walk, and set their faces toward the distant gate. "It wasn't true. His father was a crofter on a little island somewhere near Skye. I think it's called Dhrum. I never heard of it before; and he had to excuse my ignorance, because I'm Canadian!
There had perhaps been some as gray and grim on his island of Dhrum; but in those days he had known nothing of drawing-rooms. This was not even early Victorian. It was mid-Victorian, and rubbing and brushing had given the ugly furniture no time to mellow. He sat down on a horsehair-covered sofa which had two worked worsted cushions, each stiffly upright in its corner.
All Barrie knew about the immediate past of her family was that her father's people had once been rich, and as important as their name implied. They were the MacDonalds of Dhrum, an island not far from Skye, but they had lost their money; and while old Mrs. This one boy had grown up to marry Somebody, or, according to the standards of Grandma, Nobody, a creature beyond the pale.
As a cloak it was a shocking production a hideous, unbelievable contribution to cloakhood from the hands of a mantle-making vandal but it caught the man's interest, because before his eyes danced the hunting tartan of the MacDonalds of Dhrum.
"Here's the jewellery I want to sell. It was my father's, and belonged to his father and grandfather." She opened her ungloved right hand to reveal a bonnet brooch of beautiful and very ancient workmanship showing the crest of the MacDonalds of Dhrum set with a fine cairngorm and some exquisite old paste.
"I'd rather go to a hotel, thank you." "Nonsense. You can't go alone to a hotel." "Why?" "It wouldn't be proper for Miss MacDonald of Dhrum." "Now you talk like Grandma!" "I talk common sense. I'll lend you no money to spend in a hotel." "Then take me to Mrs. West," the girl said, as she might have said, "Take me to the scaffold." Somerled laughed with amusement and triumph.
Vanneck haven't gone yet, but they will be starting to-morrow morning for Dundee, and from there they will go to the Round House. I am sorry to say I shan't miss them, as I did Mrs. James. They live in London and don't care for Dhrum, but they appear not to dislike the idea of visiting Mr. Somerled there.
He had prepared himself to be ingratiating; but he realized that ingratiation was not a successful line to pursue with dragons. Instead of inquiring politely if Mrs. MacDonald were at home, he said bluntly, "I wish to see Mrs. MacDonald; I have business with her not my business, but hers. And you may tell her I am not The MacDonald of Dhrum, but a MacDonald from Dhrum, a very different thing."
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