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On July 2nd they again started northward, when they were compelled to return to Yarmouth. In company they succeeded in reaching Stromness, in the Orkney Isles, in about ten days. Here the "Prince of Wales" remained and her two companions sailed down to Stornoway on the 17th. And now, with the storms of the German Ocean left behind, began the opposition of the "Nor'-Westers."
All over the north-west there still remained the pale glow of the twilight, and somehow Lavender seemed to think that that strange glow belonged to Sheila's home in the west, and that the people in Stornoway knew nothing of the wonders of Loch Roag and of the strange nights there. Was he likely ever to forget?
You are still on the other side of the Alps, of the Channel; the fogs yet cling about you. Clear your brow, O painter of Ossianic wildernesses! Taste the foam of life! We are in the land of Horace, and nunc est bibendum! Seriously, do you never relax?" "Oh yes. You should see me over the fifth tumbler of whiskey at Stornoway." "Bah! you might as well say the fifth draught of fish-oil North Cape.
LORD ROKESLE, a loose-living, Impoverished nobleman, and loves Lady Allonby. SIMON ORTS, Vicar of Heriz Magna, a debauched fellow, and Rokesle's creature. PUNSHON, servant to Rokesle. LADY ALLONBY, a pleasure-loving, luxurious woman, a widow, and rich. The Mancini Chamber at Stornoway Crag, on Usk. PROEM: The Age and a Product of It
"Punshon," said Lord Rokesle, "have any boats left the island to-night?" "No, my Lord." "You will see that none do. Also, no man is to leave Stornoway to-night, either for Heriz Magna or the mainland; and nobody is to enter Stornoway. Do you understand, Punshon?" "Yes, my Lord." "If you will pardon me," said Simon Orts, with a grin, "I have an appointment to-night.
"You will do nothing of the kind, Sheila," said her father impatiently. "What is the Airgiod-cearc to you, that you will go over to Stornoway only to be laughed at and make a fool of yourself?" "That is nothing, not anything at all," said the girl, "if Sir James will only take away the tax." "Why, Sheila, they would treat you as another Lady Godiva!" said Ingram, with a good-humored smile.
Far as the eye could see the successive headlands of pale white jutted out into the dark ocean, until in the south they faded into a gray mist and became invisible. And when they got into Stornoway harbor, how black seemed the waters of the little bay and the hulls of the boats and the windows of the houses against the blinding white of the encircling hills!
'Ye've established some kind of a claim upon Gresson, which may come in handy ... Speaking about Gresson, I've news for ye. He's sailing on Friday as purser in the Tobermory. The Tobermory's a boat that wanders every month up the West Highlands as far as Stornoway. I've arranged for ye to take a trip on that boat, Mr Brand. I nodded. 'How did you find out that? I asked.
Then the happy landing at Stornoway her father and Duncan and Mairi all on the quay the rapid drive over to Loch Roag, and the first glimpse of the rocky bays and clear water and white sand about Borva and Borvabost!
I will go to Stornoway this ferry moment if I hef to buy twenty horses!" And there was a light under the shaggy eyebrows that warned Duncan to have done with his remonstrances. "Oh. ferry well, sir ferry well, sir," he said, going off to the boat, and grumbling as he went.
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