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They were all determined that Kinlay should see they had no sympathy with him, and the purpose of the meeting was to determine what form of vengeance they should employ.
She got the stone from me before I went away, and I thought she had maybe dropped it as she was getting over the cliff." "But what on earth could the lass want in the cave?" asked Mr. Thomson. "She was unhappy at home," I explained, "and had threatened to run away. I supposed she had taken refuge in the cave." "Kinlay," said Mr.
But I ken o' a fine hole in the face o' the clifts o' Gaulton, that would suit a smuggler grandly for stowing away a few casks o' whisky in. Sandy Ericson was another that ken'd it. But Sandy was an honest man." "What!" said Paterson; "d'ye mean the cave that Sandy found Carver Kinlay in, after the wreck o' the Undine?" "Ay," said Colin. "Then Kinlay kens o' the cave?" continued Jack.
"We could save none of them." "You might very well have done so if you'd been more prompt," said Captain Gordon. "I saw two of the poor men above water when you turned to come back." "Why did ye not send out a boat yerself, then?" said Kinlay. "Because I have none, except the lifeboat there. We lost the others in the storm.
But Carver Kinlay might very well have existed comfortably in this immense place, for, besides the dried fish that he was said to have found among the wreckage, there was a fine bed of oysters within easy reach of the entrance to the cave, and these shellfish are good enough eating, I believe.
Carver Kinlay, black bearded and hoarse of voice, was reading aloud to his family, and seemed to be expecting from them an attention to the Holy Word which he certainly did not sincerely give to it himself. When he came to the end of a passage which he considered required expounding, he would take off his reading spectacles and wipe them with a corner of his wife's white apron.
Then I felt a hand laid gently on my breast and a shadow crossed between me and the sun. "He is waking!" said a voice that sounded as sweet as the song of the skylark to my ears: "Halcro! Halcro!" A soft hand raised my head, and then I saw, looking down into my eyes, a beautiful face, framed in a mass of waving hair that the sunlight had turned into brightest gold. It was the face of Thora Kinlay.
Sometimes, indeed, when I was tending my nibbling flock on the hillside, or driving them over to the distant pasture land by the margin of the loch of Harray, where the grass grew sweetest, I would chance to see Thora Kinlay on her way from Crua Breck to Stromness, and occasionally she would come to Lyndardy to see my sister Jessie.
"If you not satisfy, den I gif you six shilling more; wot you say, eh? Dat make ten pound and six shilling, English. It not worth one penny more, I tell you." "Mike it ten guineas," urged Kinlay. "What! ten guineas? Himmel, mine child, you make me ruined!" exclaimed the Jew. "Give the lad the ten guineas and be done with it, Isaac," said a young seaman who appeared to know him.
But my surprise at this soon abated in my anxiety to find Thora. I was continuing my way yet further when my foot touched something strange. I turned my light upon it, and there, lying before me, was the sleeping form, not of Thora, but of Tom Kinlay. I stood for some moments transfixed with surprise at seeing Tom Kinlay in this situation.
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