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All this I dwell on for a sensible purpose, though it may seem to be but an old fellow's boasting and a childish vanity about my own calf-country. 'Tis the picture I would paint a land laughing and content, well governed by Gillesbeg, though Gruamach he might be by name and by nature.
He has gone through two fortunes in black cattle, fought some fighting here and there, and now he manages the silver-mines so adroitly that Gillesbeg Gruamach is ever on the brink of getting a big fortune, but never done launching out a little one instead to keep the place going.
I have been doing the lad an injustice after all; I could have sworn he was the man in it if it was anybody." "Pooh!" said Rixa, "the Paymaster's boy! I would as soon expect it of Gillesbeg Aotram."
"Abair moran taing say 'many thanks' to his lordship," whispered one of the red-coat halberdiers in the ear of the bigger of the two prisoners. I could hear the command distinctly where I sat, well back in the court, and so no doubt could Gillesbeg Gruamach, but he was used to such obsequious foolishness and he made no dissent or comment.
M'Iver with an utterance the least thought choked by an anger due to the insult he had wrought for, shrugged his shoulders, and at the same time gave me his elbow in the side for his sign. "I'm sorry to hear you say that about Gillesbeg Gruamach," said he.
But these old gentlemen were as far beyond his understanding as Gillesbeg Aotram, the wanderer who came about the glens and was called daft by the people who did not know, as Gilian did, that he was wiser than themselves. The Paymaster took his rattan and knocked noisily on the table for the landlord.
"Because this is the Lady's Linn," said Gilian, "and to be telling a story you must be putting a place in it or it will not sound true. And Gillesbeg Aotram who told me the story " "Gillesbeg Aotram!" she said in amaze. "He's daft. If I thought it was a daft man's story I had to hear I " "He's not daft at all," protested Gilian. "He's only different from his neighbours."
There were shops with Lowland stuffs in them, and over the doors signboards telling of the most curious trades for a Campbell burgh horologers, cordiners, baxters, and such like mechanicks that I felt sure poor Donald had small call for. They might be incomers, but they were thirled to Gillesbeg all the same, as I found later on.
It was sure enough in the manner of an old woman with a face peat-tanned to crinkled leather who ran out of the Vennel or lane, and, bending to the Marquis his lace wrist-bands, kissed them as I've seen Papists do the holy duds in Notre Dame and Bruges Kirk. This display before me, something of a stranger, a little displeased Gillesbeg Gruamach.
Spencer, Rixa, and General Turner himself no less, for the ancient rancour at the moment was at rest. "Here he comes," said old Mars sourly, as Gilian turned round the Arches into the town. "He's like Gillesbeg Aotram, always seeking for something he'll never find." "Your failure!" said Turner playfully, but with poor inspiration, as in a moment he realised. The Paymaster bridled.
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