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And my grandfather put up at a hostelry in English Street, where were many other conveyances with their shafts canted high in the air, the day being Wednesday. Here we found a little knot of people. Smart, Poole and Smart were agents for half the estates in Dumfriesshire, and our Galloway Marnhoul was both a far cry and a very small matter to them.

It was Agnes Anne who opened the door of Marnhoul, and stood a moment astonished at the sight of the Doctor all in black and silver hat, coat, knee-breeches, silken hose and leathern shoes of the first, locks, studs, knee-buckles, shoe-buckles all of the second.

The words "In the name of " were choked on the lips of the constable. He even dropped his silver-headed staff, and turned about as if to flee. As for us we watched with dazzled eyes the marvels that had so suddenly altered the ideas of all men as to the Haunted House of Marnhoul. But for a space no one moved, no one spoke.

There was not so much to be done above stairs, where the shutters were of fine solid oak and easily fitted. But I sought out an oriel window of a tower which commanded the pillared doorway. For I did not forget what I had seen when the Great House of Marnhoul was besieged by the rabble of Eden Valley. It was there that the danger was if the house should be attempted.

So all in a minute the house of Marnhoul, long so desolate and silent, wherein such deeds of valour and strategy had recently been wrought, grew populous with a multitude all eager to win down to the cellar. As for me they carried me down with them, to tell all about the attempt to burn the goods in the cellar.

But take heed, you and your precious defenders, I warn you that in an hour the house of Marnhoul shall be flaming over your heads with a torch that shall bring out, not your pitiful burghers from their rabbit-holes, but also the men of half a county. "Hear me," he raised his voice suddenly to a strident shout, "hear me all you within the house.

"Aye," she would answer, with a sigh gentle as herself, "so they used to tell me!" And I somehow knew that "they" excluded my father, but whom it included I did not know then nor for many a day after. But my grandmother, my mother's mother ah, there indeed you were in a different world! She dwelt in a large house on the edge of the Marnhoul woods.

If she got me, I made sure that she would instantly come to the great house of Marnhoul with all the King's horses and all the King's men and so, as it were, spoil the night from which I expected so much. But it was the slouching figure of Boyd Connoway which had attracted her attention. To these inquiries, all put within the space of half-a-minute, I could not catch Connoway's replies.

In fact, most knew nothing about their existence. But their alacrity was connected with quite another matter the great cargo of dutiable and undutied goods stored away in the cellars of Marnhoul! There was stirring, therefore, in remote farms, rattling on doors, hurried scrambling up and down stable ladders.

So far, therefore, they were handicapped, and indeed reduced to the mere persistent assertion that they, and they alone, were the apostolic Church, and if any out of their communion were saved, it must only be by the uncovenanted mercies of God. Shepstone Oglethorpe occupied the three angles, my grandmother was the first caller upon the lonely children in the great house of Marnhoul.

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