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Harrison Ross-Lewin, was away in Dublin on law business, and in his absence the young people went off to spend the evening with a friend who lived some miles away. The night was fine and lightsome as they were returning, save at one point where the road ran between trees or high hedges not far to the west of the old church of Kilchrist.
I looked upon parlours and bed-closets, kitchens and corridors; they were lighted with the extravagance of a marriage-night, and as tenantless and silent as the cells of Kilchrist The beds were straightened out, the hearths were swept, the floors were scrubbed, on every hand was the evidence of recent business, but the place was relinquished to the ghosts.
And there was one other whom Dickson recognized with peculiar joy the bagman in the provision line of business whom he had met three days before at Kilchrist. The recognition was mutual. "Mr. McCunn!" the bagman exclaimed. "My, but that was running it fine! I hope you've had a pleasant holiday, sir?" "Very pleasant. I've been spending two nights with friends down hereaways.
Harrison Ross-Lewin, was away in Dublin on law business, and in his absence the young people went off to spend the evening with a friend who lived some miles away. The night was fine and lightsome as they were returning, save at one point where the road ran between trees or high hedges not far to the west of the old church of Kilchrist.
"Awa' hame wi' ye," were his parting words. "It's idle scoondrels like you that maks wark for honest folk like me." The morning was not a success, but the strong air had given Dickson such an appetite that he resolved to break his rule, and, on reaching the little town of Kilchrist, he sought luncheon at the chief hotel. There he found that which revived his spirits.
The environs of Kilchrist are at the best unlovely, and in the wet they were as melancholy as a graveyard. But the encounter with the bagman had worked wonders with Dickson, and he strode lustily into the weather, his waterproof collar buttoned round his chin.
He had a faint hope that the announcement might affect the other as it had affected the bagman at Kilchrist. "Golly, what a name!" exclaimed the young man rudely. Dickson was nettled. "It's very old Highland," he said. "It means the son of a dog." "Which Christian name or surname?" Then the young man appeared to think he had gone too far, for he smiled pleasantly. "And a very good name too.
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