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"But as both window and door are shut, it could only be imaginary." "It wasn't imaginary," muttered McCurdie. Then he laughed harshly. "My father and mother came from Cromarty," he said with apparent irrelevance. "That's the Highlands," said the Professor. "Ay," said McCurdie.
Close by the neck lay the rest of the broken bottle, whose contents had evidently run out into the snow. "Drunk?" asked Biggleswade. Doyne felt the man and laid his hand on his heart. "No," said he, "dead." McCurdie leaped to his full height. "I told you the place was uncanny!" he cried. "It's fey." Then he hammered wildly at the door. There was no response. He hammered again till it rattled.
But where are the gold, frankincense and myrrh?" "In our hearts, man," said McCurdie. The babe cried and stretched its tiny limbs. Instinctively they all knelt down together to discover, if possible, and administer ignorantly to, its wants. The scene had the appearance of an adoration.
McCurdie fretted and shook his fist in the direction of Trehenna. "And when we get there we have still a twenty miles' motor drive to Foullis Castle. It's a fool name and we're fools to be going there." "I shall die of bronchitis," wailed Professor Biggleswade. "A man dies when it is appointed for him to die," said Lord Doyne, in his tired way; and he went on smoking long black cigars.
"My wife had no child," said McCurdie. "I've avoided women all my life," said Biggleswade. "And I've been too busy to think of them. God forgive me," said Doyne. The history of the next two hours was one that none of the three men ever cared to touch upon. They did things blindly, instinctively, as men do when they come face to face with the elemental.
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