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"Did you try him with gruel, Kirsty?" "Mercy me, and is it Macdonald Dubh and gruel? He would be flinging the 'feushionless' stuff out of the window." "But I am sure it would be good for him if he could be persuaded to try it. I should like to try him." "Indeed, and you may try. It will be easy enough, for the porridge are still in the pot."
But it was no time to fail in duty, so, commanding her tears, with a clear, unwavering voice she went on to the end of the prayer "For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory, forever and ever. Amen." "Glory!" said Macdonald Dubh after her. "Aye, the Glory. Ranald, my boy, where are you? You will be following me, lad, to the Glory. SHE will be asking me about you.
Immediately after pronouncing the benediction, the minister came down to find Macdonald Dubh, but he was nowhere to be seen. Toward evening Mrs. Murray rode over to his house, but found that he had not returned from the morning service. "He will be at his brother's," said Kirsty, "and Ranald will drive over for him."
But without their leave the bee was arranged, and in the beginning of the following week the house of Macdonald Dubh was thrown into a state of unparalleled confusion, and Kirsty went about in a state of dishevelment that gave token that the daily struggle with dirt had reached the acute stage.
Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire. Depart ye! Nay, Lord Jesus! not so! Have mercy upon us!" His voice broke in its passionate cry. The effect was overwhelming. The people swayed as trees before a mighty wind, and a voice cried aloud from the congregation: "God be merciful to me, a sinner!" It was Macdonald Dubh.
Now O'Donnell Dubh stared into the embers and muttered below his breath, while, as if in response, a little flickering whirlwind of gray ash rose up and fell back again, so that it blew over the embers and deadened them. The muscles of the Dark Master's face contracted until his teeth flashed out in a silent snarl. "I could have slain, and I did not," he whispered as if to himself.
Hughie reported that he was not at church, nor at Bible class, and although this was not in itself an extraordinary thing, still Mrs. Murray was uneasy, and Hughie felt that church was a great disappointment when Ranald was not there. In their visits to Macdonald Dubh the minister and his wife never could see Ranald.
My fingers were on his throat before I saw that we had for our visitor none other than young MacLachlan. He had his sgian dubh almost at my stomach before our mutual recognition saved the situation. "You're a great stranger," said John Splendid, with a fine pretence at more coolness than he felt, "and yet I thought Cowal side would be more to your fancy than real Argile in this vexatious time."
It was, perhaps, this feeling that drew him toward Macdonald Dubh and Ranald, so that for weeks at a time he would make their house his home. He had "no use for wakes," as he said himself, and had it not been that it was one of the gang that lay dead within, Yankee would have avoided the house until all was over and the elders safely away.
On her return from her daily visit to Macdonald Dubh, she took the camp road, and had the good fortune to find Ranald alone, "rigging up" his kettles preparatory to the boiling. But she had no time for kettles to-day, and she went straight to her business. "I came to see you, Ranald," she said, after she had shaken hands with him, "about our sugaring-off.
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