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It had run him short of cash to build the place so big and braw, but, Lord! it was worth it. There wasn't a man in the town who had such accommodation! And so, gradually, his dwelling had come to be a passion of Gourlay's life. It was a by-word in the place that if ever his ghost was seen, it would be haunting the House with the Green Shutters.
Ha, ha, ha! it's to be a clean sweep o' the Gourlays!" There is nothing uglier in life than a woman's cruel laugh; but Mrs. Gourlay's laugh was more than cruel, it was demoniac the skirl of a human being carried by misery beyond the confines of humanity. Janet stared at her in speechless fear. "Mother," she whispered at last, "what are we to do?" "There's twa-thirds of the poison left," said Mrs.
"Lord, it's true!" said Sandy Toddle. "I gaed into the kitchen on purpose to make sure o' the matter with my own eyes. I let on I wanted to borrow auld Gourlay's keyhole saw. I can tell ye he had a' his orders his tool-chest's the finest I ever saw in my life! I mean to bid for some o' yon when the rowp comes.
All men know that soothing pride in the contemplation of their own property. But in Gourlay's sense of property there was another element an element peculiar to itself, which endowed it with its warmest glow.
We could make nothing of him, although I feel quite certain that he knows everything connected with the disappearance of Lady Gourlay's son." "I have no doubt of it myself," replied the priest; "and I now find, that what neither religion, nor justice, nor humanity could influence him to do, superstition is likely to effect.
Gourlay's case should be a perpetual warning to any and every person who might thereafter dare to tread in his venturesome footsteps. Accordingly, as has been seen, he had to drink the cup of mortification to the very dregs.
For there had been a blitheness in the town that day, and every other man seemed to have been preeing the demijohn. Drucken Wabster and Brown the ragman came round the corner, staggering. "Young Gourlay's drunk!" blurted Wabster and reeled himself as he spoke. "Is he a wee fou?" said the Deacon eagerly. "Wee be damned," said Wabster; "he's as fou as the Baltic Sea!
The landlord, while putting the question to the baronet, turned his sharp, piercing eyes upon him, and, at a single glance, perceived that something had unusually moved him. "Sir Tammas," said he, "there is no use in denyin' it, now the blood's disturbed in you." "Give your guest my compliments Sir Thomas Gourlay's compliments and I should feel obliged by a short interview."
"Surely he would not be mad enough to make Sir Thomas's house the place in which to produce Lady Gourlay's son, the very individual who is to strip him of his title, and your son of all his prospects?" "Oh no," replied Ginty, "certainly not; otherwise, why have lent himself to the carrying out of our speculation with respect to that boy.
It's been tried by scores of fellows for the last twenty years, and never a man of them was up till't! Lads, there's something splendid about Gourlay's wrath. What a man he is when the paw-sion grups him!" "Thplendid, d'ye ca't?" said the Deacon. "He may thwing in a towe for his thplendid wrath yet."
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