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He leaped to the ground, lifted his hat to the older man, and, turning, strode very swiftly, as if to make up for lost time, back toward the castle gate. McTavish was kept waiting a long time while a servant took his letter of introduction to Miss MacNish, and brought back an answer from the castle.
Only at infrequent intervals did he permit himself to think of her, for he was striving to forget, and the memory of his brief glimpse of paradise was always provocative of pain. Moira McTavish, in the meantime, had come down from the woods and entered upon her duties in the mill office.
The crowd went off into a roar of laughter at the little Scotchman who was supposed to be averse to the custom of mixing too much water with his drink. "My friend, Mr. McTavish," continued the speaker, "has all a Scotchman's hatred of bounce and brag.
He was about to stop when Saunders McTavish interrupted: "Moderator, there'll be no need to proceed by libel, for the accused party has confessed his guilt. But he hasna said anything to the Court about his soul, about his soul and his sin, and his relation to his God. At least, not all he might like to say and we might like to hear. Mebbe he'll have had repentance unto life?" I waited. Mr.
I needn't ask you if Captain McTavish took good care of you on the way up. He couldn't help it, with that Hieland heart of his, eh, Jimmie, lad? Whenever we want to make a good impression upon a stranger, Miss Murray, we always see that he comes to Algonquin by boat, for by the time the Inverness carries him for an afternoon, he's so prejudiced in our favour, he never gets over it.
"Alec?" Bill shook his head decidedly. "Not that boy." "Murray McTavish?" "He knows." Kars nodded agreement. "He knew when he was lying to me he didn't understand Allan visiting Bell River," he said. Kars' eyes had become coldly contemplative.
"There are too many low whites comin' here. When Moorea had only sail from Tahiti, the blackguards did not come, but now the dirty gasolene boat brings them. I must be off to the west'ard, to Aitutaki or Penrhyn." Poor Mac! he never made his westward until he went west in soldier parlance. McHenry, on our way back to Faatoai, said: "McTavish is a bloody fool.
"Did you know that Colland McTavish should have been The McTavish?" asked Mr. Traquair. "It never entered my head. Was he the oldest son?" "He was," said Mr. Traquair solemnly, "until in the eyes of the law he ceased to exist." "Then," said McTavish, "in every eye save that of the law I am The McTavish." Mr. Traquair bowed.
"I can promise no result," she said seriously, and she knew it was subterfuge, "I'll do my best. Anyway, your cause shan't suffer at my hands. Will that do?" Murray McTavish took her warm hand in both of his. He held it tightly for a few seconds. "My thanks begin from now, ma'am," he said. "I guess they'll go right on to the end."
"Though he comes in once in a while and eats out of the hand." "That's more than we accomplished with our cruisers. Neither the German nor the English ever laid eyes on him. You were the first." "No; McTavish was the first," Grief disclaimed. "Ah, yes, I remember him the little, dried-up Scotchman." Wallenstein sipped his whiskey. "He's called the Trouble-mender, isn't he?" Grief nodded.
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