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Late at night, waking, he saw that Glenfernie still watched. It was not Ian Rullock nor anything to do with him that had helped on this sharp alteration, this turn into some Cimmerian stretch of the mind's or the emotions' vast landscape. If Strickland had at first wondered if this might be the case, the thought vanished.
The wings flagged, he fell into the jungle of words. His body turned upon the steps. The caves and dens of his being began to echo with cries and counter-cries. Hurt? Had she not been hurt at all? But she was hurt poisoned, ruined, drawn to death! Had she long and wide and living power to heal her own harm? Still was it not there he would have it there! Ian Rullock!
Her husband checked her. "You have not seen him since he was sixteen. Boys like that have wild notions of romance and devotion. They change when they're older." The lawyer took the word. "Captain Rullock doubtless buried all that years ago. His wearing the King's coat hauds for proof." Munro Touris had been college-mate in Edinburgh.
The captain asked his officers their opinion. They agreed with him. Bill Rullock, who was a man of experience, was called aft. "I have little doubt about it," he observed. "That craft's a pirate, and we must keep clear of her if we would escape having to walk the plank or getting our throats cut." Nearer and nearer drew the stranger.
The third time had been by the wishing-green. That was but for a moment, but he counted it great gain. "Here," she said, "was where we danced! Mr. Ian Rullock and you and Robin and the rest of us. Don't you remember? It was evening and there was a fleet of gold clouds in the sky. It is so near the house. I walk here when I have a glint of time."
Rullock, of course, wished to attend him. "No, my friend," he answered; "you stay at home and take care of the house. I am strong, and well accustomed to exercise; but, depend upon it, you would knock up with the fatigue." The old man was at length obliged to acknowledge that Wenlock was right, and to submit.
Alexander spread the missive that had been given him upon the table. "It's short!" He held it so that Strickland might read: GLENFERNIE, Perhaps the leaf is not yet wholly sere. Be that as it may be, I'm leaving Black Hill for a time. "That's a puzzling billet!" said Alexander. "'Glenfernie Ian Rullock!" "What does he mean by the leaf not dead?"
With a long, inward, violent recoil Alexander shrank into the old caves of himself. All, the magic web of color and fragrance dwindled, came to be a willow basket filled with White Farm flowers placed upon the kirkyard steps. Ian Rullock had stolen her Ian, not Alexander, had been her lover, kissed her, clasped her, there in the glen!
Archibald Touris stopped short and, with his back to this structure, faced the company with him, brought thus to a halt. He looked at them with a carefully composed countenance. "I am sure, Munro, that Ian Rullock 'watered the gunpowder, as you cleverly say. Boys, ma'am" to Mrs. Goodworth "are, as your husband remarks, romantic simpletons. No one takes them and their views of life seriously.
Perhaps there is no manual labor at which men are so bungling and awkward, as in their first attempts to pull oar, even the experienced mariner, or boat man, breaking down in his efforts to figure with the celebrated rullock of the gondolier.
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