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Updated: May 15, 2025
And if you would add to that 'The Minute Gun at Sea, why, you know, I may as well have my little rewards for intermeddling now, as I shall have to suffer afterward." "Not through me," said Sheila in rather an uncertain voice; and then they went down to the Maighdean-mhara.
How beautiful was the fair sea-picture that lay around them as the Maighdean-mhara stood out to the mouth of Loch Roag on this bright summer morning! Sheila sat in the stern of the small boat, her hand on the filler. Lufrath lay at her feet, his nose between the long and shaggy paws.
Mackenzie was walking up and down the path outside in the cool and silent night. There was not much moon now, but a clear and lambent twilight showed all the familiar features of Loch Roag and the southern hills, and down there in the bay you could vaguely make out the Maighdean-mhara rocking in the tiny waves that washed in on the white shore.
A knocking at Ingram's door. "Well, what's the matter?" "Will ye be goin' to ta fishin', Mr. Ingram?" "Is that you, Duncan? How the devil have you got over from Mevaig at this hour of the morning?" "Oh, there wass a bit breeze tis morning, and I hef prought over ta Maighdean-mhara. And there iss a very goot ripple on ta watter, if you will tek ta other gentleman to try for ta salmon." "All right!
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