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Others less superstitious supposed, that had it been possible to search the gulf of the Corri Dhu, the profound deeps of the lake, or the whelming eddies of the river, the remains of Elspat MacTavish might have been discovered as nothing was more natural, considering her state of body and mind, than that she should have fallen in by accident, or precipitated herself intentionally, into one or other of those places of sure destruction.
"They come briskly forward" said the widow of MacTavish Mhor; "I wonder how fast or how slow some of them will return again! But they are five, and it is too much odds for a fair field. Step back within the hut, my son, and shoot from the loophole beside the door.
"Hold!" cried Mactavish, vaulting the counter, and intercepting Hugh as he rushed upon his antagonist; "no fighting here, you blackguards! If you want to do that, go outside the fort;" and Peter, opening the door, thrust the Orkneyman out.
"Call it not thraldom, mother; it is the service of an honourable soldier the only service which is now open to the son of MacTavish Mhor." "Yet say what is the penalty if thou shouldst not return?" replied Elspat.
It has been dyed in the blood of his enemy, in the best blood of a Cameron remember that; and when you lay your dead in his grave, let it be his best epitaph that he was killed by Hamish Bean for essaying to lay hands on the son of MacTavish Mhor on his own threshold. Farewell the shame of defeat, loss, and slaughter remain with the clan that has endured it!"
"We gave L4,000, but it included those ormulu vases which Joyce sold for us at Christie's. You remember we were wrong about those, and it took some of the gilt off." Ringsmith's heavy eyebrows met in a scowl. "Well?" he said irritably. "Whelan gave L7,500. He's a hard nut, you know." "That'll do now, MacTavish. I want you to go and call at this place, have a look at the pictures, and report." Mr.
She had not forgotten she was the widow of MacTavish Mhor, or that the child who trotted by her knee might, such were her imaginations, emulate one day the fame of his father, and command the same influence which he had once exerted without control.
"And pray what is that?" said Mactavish, pointing sarcastically to an entry in the previous account "5 yards of superfine Annette? Really, Mr Somerville, I wish you would pay more attention to your work and less to the conversation."
"Now, God forbid!" answered MacPhadraick, who was a tacksman, and had possession of a considerable tract of ground under his chief, a proprietor who lived about twenty miles off "God forbid I should do wrong, or say wrong, to you, or to the son of MacTavish Mhor! I swear to you by the hand of my chief that your son is well, and will soon see you; and the rest he will tell you himself."
"Nearly!" he said bitterly. "Did A' no' tell ye, Captain Blackie, sir-r, that ma luck was oot?" Tam stood in the doorway of Squadron Headquarters and saluted. "Come in, Sergeant Mactavish," said Blackie, and Tam's heart went down into his boots. To be called by his surname was a happening which had only one significance. There was trouble of sorts, and Tam hated trouble.
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