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He tore out one or two leaves of the book, twisted them into a rough semblance of a boat and cast them in the water. "Watch," said he, "you'll see the big ones are sunk sooner than the little ones." "Do not tear the good book," said one of the boys, Young Islay, shocked, or pretending to be so, at the destruction.
He went closer up to Gilian and added eagerly, as one glad to unbosom, "Man! did you ever hear did you ever hear Miss Nan sing?" "Long ago," said Gilian; "it's an old story." "Lucky man!" said Young Islay enviously, "to be here so long to listen when I was far away." "She was away herself a good deal," said Gilian, "but when we heard her we quite appreciated our opportunities, I assure you."
He could, however, do nothing except in a sinister manner; nor was there ever one motive which sprang from a right source. Again he thus addresses Duncan Forbes: "I spoke to the Duke and my Lord Islay about my marriage, and told them that one of my greatest motifs to that design, was to secure them the joint interest of the North."
Parishes in Cantyre, in Islay, and in Carrick, still bear the name of St. Kieran as patron.
Up the street some men sat on the Cross steps waiting the coming of the ferry-boat from Kilcatrine, for it was the day of the weekly paper. Old Islay went from corner to corner, looking eager out to sea, his hands deep in the pockets of his long coat. Major McNicol put his head cautiously out at his door that his servant lass held open and scanned the deadly world where Frenchmen lay in ambush.
Young Islay ranged his mind for a proper compliment, but for once he was dumb; in all the oft-repeated phrases of his gallant experiences there was no sentiment to do justice to a moment like this.
Still the moaning sound came from the town-head, and I went slowly riding in its direction. It grew clearer and yet uncannier as I sped on, and mixed with the sough of it I could hear at last the clink of chains. "What in God's name have I here?" said I to myself, turning round Islay Campbell's corner, and yonder was my answer! The town gibbets were throng indeed!
Into the square of light stepped Young Islay! He was a brave youth, but for once he feared to try his fate. As he stood in the doorway and looked into the dark interior, where a poor fire smouldered in the centre of the floor, he seemed so woebegone that Nan could not but smile in spite of her trepidation. He but looked a second, then turned to seek her elsewhere.
Last week Monsieur Thurot oh! now you are au fait! Monsieur Thurot, as I was saying, landed last week in the isle of Islay, the capital province belonging to a great Scotch King, who is so good as generally to pass the winter with his friends here in London.
It was not a place anyone need grieve over losing, an observer might say a few acres of stumpy, cleared land, an indefinite piece of forest, and an old log cabin. But it was Sandy's home the only one he had known since he left his father's fisher-hut on the wind-swept shore of Islay.
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