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The anchor was already up, and the yacht drifting with the falling tide. A moment more and she spread a low treble reefed mainsail behind, a little jib before, and the western breeze filled and swelled and made them alive, and with wind and tide she went swiftly down the smooth stream. Florimel clapped her hands with delight. The shores and all their houses fled up the river.
I am sorry to mention the disagreeable fact, but it is absolutely necessary you should know what sort of man he is." "And, if there be a lie, which of the two is more likely to tell it?" "That question is for you, my lady, to answer." "I never knew a servant who would not tell a lie," said Florimel. "I was brought up a fisherman," said Malcolm.
Thereafter Jurgen abode in Hell, and complied with the customs of that country, and was tolerably content for a while. Now Jurgen shared with Florimel that quiet cleft which she had fitted out in imitation of her girlhood home: and they lived in the suburbs of Barathum, very respectably, by the shore of the sea.
"It is more unpleasant yet than you surmise. Florimel, you have driven me to it. I would have prepared you a shield against the shock which must come, but you compel me to wound you to the quick.
Malcolm would have been ready enough for a fight, had he and the marquis been alone, but the presence of Lady Florimel put it out of the question. Looking round, he sought the eye of his master. Had Lord Lossie been wise, he would at once have yielded, and sat down to endure to the end. But he jumped on the form next him, and appealed to the common sense of the assembly.
And Jurgen kept away from the damned, of course, because he and Florimel were living respectably. They paid a visit to Jurgen's father, however, very shortly after they were married, because this was the proper thing to do. And Coth was civil enough, for Coth, and voiced a hope that Florimel might have a good influence upon Jurgen and make him worth his salt, but did not pretend to be optimistic.
But, Florimel putting the question as she did, how should Clementina imagine anything other than that it referred to Malcolm? and a strange confusion of feeling was the consequence. Her thoughts heaved in her like the half shaped monsters of a spiritual chaos, and amongst them was one she could not at all identify. A direct answer she found impossible.
He went home to glorious dreams she to a troubled half wakeful night. Not until she had made up her mind to do her utmost to rescue Florimel from Liftore, even if it gave her to Malcolm, did she find a moment's quiet. It was morning then, but she fell fast asleep, slept late, and woke refreshed. Mr Crathie was slowly recovering, but still very weak.
"Men," said Malcolm, "I have spared that foolish lord there for the sake of this fisher-girl and his child, but don't one of you touch me." Stoat was a brave-enough man, and not a little jealous of Malcolm, but he dared not obey his mistress. And now came the tramp of many feet along the landing from the stair-head, and the six fishermen entered, two and two. Florimel started forward.
"He is a tog! No, he is no tog: togs is coot. He is a mongrel of a fox and a volf!" "There was no Campbell at our table that evening," persisted Lady Florimel. "Ten who tolt Tuncan MacPhail a lie!" "It was nothing but a joke indeed!" said the girl, beginning to feel humiliated. "It wass a paad choke, and might have peen ta hanging of poor Tuncan," said the piper.
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