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He left directions at the post-office that his letters should be forwarded to Kippletringan, whither he resolved to proceed, and reclaim the treasure which he had deposited in the hands of Mrs. Mac-Candlish.
Mac-Candlish an acute tact in ascertaining the quality of her visitors, and proportioning her reception accordingly: To every guest the appropriate speech was made, And every duty with distinction paid; Respectful, easy, pleasant, or polite 'Your honour's servant! 'Mister Smith, good-night. On the present occasion she was low in her courtesy and profuse in her apologies.
Mac-Candlish internally congratulated herself upon the precautions she had taken before delivering them up to Glossin, while he, with an appearance of disinterested candour, was the first to propose they should be properly inventoried, and deposited with Deacon Bearcliff, until they should be sent to the Crown-office.
Mac-Candlish of Kippletringan a parcel containing a variety of gold coins and valuable articles of different kinds. Perhaps, Sir Robert, you might think it right to ask, how he came by property of a description which seldom occurs?" "You, sir, Mr, Vanbeest Brown, sir, you hear the question, sir, which the gentleman asks you?"
But it concluded with assurances that her severity was vain, and that nothing could shake the attachment of Charles Hazlewood. Under the active patronage of Mrs. Mac-Candlish, Sampson picked up some other scholars very different indeed from Charles Hazlewood in rank, and whose lessons were proportionally unproductive.
'And if they do not, you can do that for them, eh, Mrs. Mac-Candlish? ha, ha, ha! But this young man that I inquire after was upwards of six feet high, had a dark frock, with metal buttons, light-brown hair unpowdered, blue eyes, and a straight nose, travelled on foot, had no servant or baggage; you surely can remember having seen such a traveller? 'Indeed, sir, answered Mrs.
It was, then, in the month of November, about seventeen years after the catastrophe related in the last chapter, that, during a cold and stormy night, a social group had closed around the kitchen-fire of the Gordon Arms at Kippletringan, a small but comfortable inn kept by Mrs. Mac-Candlish in that village.
The stranger took two or three turns round the room in silence, but signed to Mrs. Mac-Candlish not to leave it. 'Did I rightly apprehend, he said, 'that the estate of Ellangowan is in the market? 'In the market?
Mac-Candlish? Plenty of company, I suppose? 'Pretty weel, sir, but I believe I am wanted at the bar. 'No, no; stop one moment, cannot you, to oblige an old customer? Pray, do you remember a remarkably tall young man who lodged one night in your house last week? 'Troth, sir, I canna weel say; I never take heed whether my company be lang or short, if they make a lang bill.
The dialogue then proceeded as follows: 'A fine frosty morning, Mrs. Mac-Candlish. 'Ay, sir; the morning's weel eneugh, answered the landlady, drily. 'Mrs. Mac-Candlish, I wish to know if the justices are to dine here as usual after the business of the court on Tuesday? 'Stay a moment, Mrs. Mac-Candlish; why, you are in a prodigious hurry, my good friend!
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