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When this same man, my keeper, took your guest poaching on my ground, I let Mr. Sercombe go. I could have committed him as you would commit Hector. I ask you in return to let Hector go. Being deaf and dumb, and the hills the joy of his life, confinement will be terrible to him." "I will do nothing of the kind. You could never have committed a gentleman for a mistake.
Sercombe did not believe she would, and waited. He took her departure for a mere coquetry. But when a rather grim, handsome old woman appeared, asking him it took the most of her English "What would you be wanting, sir?" as if he had just come into the shop, he found himself awkwardly situated.
Ian's dancing, Christina said, was French; Mercy said all she knew was that the chief took the work and left her only the motion: she felt as in a dream of flying. Before the evening was over, the young men had so far gained on Christina that Mr. Sercombe looked a little commonplace. The dancing began about six o'clock, and at ten it was time for supper.
Returning, he carried now the one, now the other creel, so that one of the women was always free. The new laird met them on the road, and recognized with a scornful pleasure the chief bending under his burden. That was the fellow who would so fain be HIS son-in-law! About this time Sercombe and Valentine came again to the New House.
"But suppose," resumed Ian, "the man we have found in us should one day wake up in you! Suppose he should say, 'Why did you make a beast of me?! It will not be easy for you to answer him!" "That's all moonshine! Things are as you take them." "So said Lady Macbeth till she took to walking in her sleep, and couldn't get rid of the smell of the blood!" Sercombe said no more.
Are you not my clanswoman! Is not Lachlan my foster-brother! He will trouble you no more, I think." As Alister walked home, he met Sercombe, and after a greeting not very cordial on either side, said thus: "I should be obliged to you, Mr. Sercombe, if you would send for anything you want, instead of going to the shop yourself.
"What's been the row?" he asked. "Oh, I remember! Well, you've had the best of it!" He held out his hand in a vague sort of way, and the gesture invaded their soft hearts. Each took the hand. "I was all right about the girl though," said Sercombe. "I didn't mean her any harm." "I don't think you did," answered Alister; "and I am sure you could have done her none; but the girl did not like it."
Sercombe was by this time feeling uncomfortable, and it made him angry. He muttered something about superstition. "He was taken when a calf," the chief went on, "and given to a great-aunt of mine. But when he grew up, he took to the hills again, and was known by his silver collar till he managed to rid himself of it.
I don't choose to think the man that thrashed me a downright idiot!" growled Sercombe. "What you call getting on," rejoined Ian, "we count not worth a thought. Look at our clan! it is a type of the world itself. Everything is passing away. We believe in the kingdom of heaven." "Come, come! fellows like you must know well enough that's all bosh!
Sercombe speak with admiration, qualified with the remark that she was so proper they could hardly get a civil word out of her. She was in fact too scrupulously polite for their taste. It was a bright, pleasant, frosty morning, perfectly still, with an air like wine. The harvest had vanished from the fields. The sun shone on millions of tiny dew-suns, threaded on forsaken spider-webs.
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