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For me I have something of the grandfather in me, and would take the seven bens for it, and the seven glens, and the seven mountain moors, if it was only for the sake of the adventure, though I should always like to think that I would come again to these places of hered-ity." And through all this never a hint of Simon Mac-Taggart!
It was not, I make bold to say, a mission on which the Government would have sent any man but a shrewd one and a gentleman, and I was mad enough to think Simon Mac-Taggart was both. When you were in Paris as our agent " "Fah!" cried Simon, snapping his fingers and drawing his face in a grimace. "Agent, quo' he! for God's sake take your share of it and say spy and be done with it!"
Madam, may I have the pleasure of introducing to you M. Montaiglon?" and Sim Mac-Taggart looked in her eyes with some impatience, for she hung just a second too long upon his fingers, and pinched ere she released them. She was delighted to make monsieur's acquaintance.
"There's a wheen of Frenchmen, seemingly," said the writer, oracularly, taking to the trimming of his nails with a piece of pumice-stone he kept for the purpose, and used so constantly that they looked like talons. "Now, what the devil do you mean?" cried Mac-Taggart. "Go on, go on with your business," squeaked Petullo, with an eye upon an inner door that led to his household.
He was to have a great surprise, for there stood Simon Mac-Taggart leaning against the jamb a figure of dejection! "Dod!" cried Mungo, "ye fair started me there, wi' your chafts like clay and yer ee'n luntin'. If I hadnae been tauld when I was doon wi' yer coat the day that ye was oot and aboot again, I wad hae taen 't for your wraith." The Chamberlain said nothing.
It's Milk-and-Water then; that's settled, and I'm to see you at the kirk with her for a lifetime of Sundays after this, an honest woman, and me what I am for you that have forgotten me forgotten me! I was as good as she when you knew me first, Sim; I was not bad, and oh, my God! but I loved you, Sim Mac-Taggart!"
"You have the loveliest hand," she went on, looking at his fingers, that certainly were shapely enough, as no one knew better than Simon Mac-Taggart. "I don't say you are in any way handsome," her eyes betrayed her real thought, "but I'll admit to the hands, they're dear pets, Sim." He thrust them in his pockets. "Heavens!
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