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More amusing still to one able, like Count Victor, to enter into the humour of the experience, was it to have his garrulity get the better of him in spite of the military punctilio. "The Baron was telling me aboot your exploit wi' the Loch Sloy pairty. Man! did I no' think ye had come by boat," he whispered over a tendered ale-glass. "It was jist my luck to miss sic a grand ploy.
His appearance was apparently unexpected, for he seemed to cause surprise and a momentary confusion. Then a voice cried "Loch Sloy!" and the company made a rush to bear him down. He withdrew hastily behind the wall of the garden where he had them at advantage. As he faced round, the assailants, by common consent, left one man to do his business.
If it's Andy, the gang will be crying 'Loch Sloy! about the house in a couple of nights; if it was a common man of the tribe, there might be no more about it, for we're too close on the Duke's gallows to be meddled with noisily; that's the first advantage I ever found in my neighbourhood." "He was a man of a long habit of body," said Count Victor, "and he fell with a grunt."
That familiar of shades and witches, that student of the fates, was a noisy poltroon when it was the material world that threatened; she was shrieking again. "Loch Sloy!
It's a gey wanchancy thing this!" he cried in terror, as the shout "Loch Sloy!" arose again outside, and the sound of voices was all about the castle. The woman within heard it too, for her cries became more hysterical than ever. "D n ye, ye skirlin' auld bitch!" said the retainer, turning in exasperation, "can ye no steeck your jaw, and let them dae the howlin' outside?"
"Loch Sloy!" cried the leader, somewhat too theatrically for illusion. "Cammercy for me!" thought Montaiglon: he was upon the tail, and clutched to drag the last man down. Fate was kind, she gave the bare knees of the enemy to his hand, and behold! here was his instrument in the customary knife stuck in the man's stocking.
Loch Sloy!" now rose the voices overhead, surely the maddest place in the world for a Gaelic slogan: it gave him a sense of unspeakable savagery and antique, for it was two hundred years since his own family had cried "Cammercy!" on stricken fields. He paused a moment, irresolute. A veritable farce! he thought.
My mother, Elspeth MacFarlane, was the wife of my father, Deacon Nicol Jarvie peace be wi' them baith! and Elspeth was the daughter of Parlane MacFarlane, at the Sheeling o' Loch Sloy.
My mother, Elspeth MacFarlane, was the wife of my father, Deacon Nicol Jarvie peace be wi' them baith! and Elspeth was the daughter of Parlane MacFarlane, at the Sheeling o' Loch Sloy.
But little for the sea or for the shore had Count Victor any interest; his eyes were all for the wild band who clamoured about the flambeau. They wore such a costume as he had quarrelled with on his arrival; they cried "Loch Sloy!" with something of theatrical effect, and "Out with the gentleman! out with Black Andy's murderer!" they demanded in English.
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