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Touris handled his snuff-box, considered the chasing upon the gold lid. "Those were sore happenings, Glenfernie, but they're past! I make no wonder that, being you, you feel as you do. But the world's in a mood, if I may say it, not to take so hardly religious differences. I trust that I am as religious as another but my family was always moderate there.
Out of that vividness started a nucleus more vivid yet the picture in the book-closet of the city of refuge, and the silver goblet drawn from the hidden shelf of the aumry. The recaptured moment lost shape and color, returned to the infinite past. He turned the corner of the house and came into the gardens that Mr. Touris had had laid out after the French style.
It was a comfortable view to take of the matter, and we would not disturb it. Cornelius told us other things. "Dis, now, is de off season for touris'," he explained. "We has two mos' reg'lar seasons, de spring an' de fall, yas, suh. I drives right many ovah heah from Willi'msburg.
"If a man has the mind and the will he may make and keep and flourish and taste power " "Left the King's forces!" cried Munro Touris. "Why ! And will he be coming to Black Hill, sir?" "Yes. Next week. We have," said Mr. Touris, and though he tried he could not keep the saturnine out of his voice "we have some things to talk over."
Archibald Touris put out a wrinkled hand to his wine-glass. "You have been in warm countries. I envy you! I wish that I could get warm." "Black Hill is looking finely. All the young trees " "Yes. I took pride in planting. But what for what for what for?" He shivered. "Glenfernie, please close that window!" Alexander, coming back, stood above the master of Black Hill.
He made a wide gesture of impatience. "Cold languid pithless! You, Robin, Strickland, Alison Touris " Gilian looked at her basket of marigolds, pinks, and pansies. "That word death.... I bring these here, but Elspeth is with me everywhere! There is a riddle there is a strange, huge mistake.
His father's mother was a Highland lady, near kinswoman to Gordon of Huntley." Mr. Touris was again speaking to his host. His father took him, too, in England, here and there among the Tory crowd. But I've had him since he was twelve and am carrying him on in the straight Whig path." "And in the true Presbyterian religion?" "Why, as to that," said Mr.
Huge, ragged banks of clouds yet hung sullen in the air, though with lakes of blue between and shafts of sun. The road was wet and shone. Now Black Alan must pick his way, and now there held long stretches of easy going. The old laird's quarrel with Mr. Archibald Touris was not the young laird's. The old laird's liking for Mrs. Alison was strongly the young laird's.
"Ah, you're his friend!" "Yes." "Well," said Mr. Wotherspoon, straightening himself from the contemplation of the roses, "there's no greater thing than to have a steadfast friend!" It seemed that an expedition had been planned, for a servant now appeared to say that coach and horses were at the door. Mr. Touris explained: "I've engaged to show Mr. and Mrs. Goodworth our considerable town. Mr.
"Will you tell me, sir, where Ian is now?" Mr. Touris twitched back a little in his chair. "Don't you know? I thought perhaps that you did." "I ceased to follow him two years ago. I dived into the East, and I have been long where you do not hear from the West." The other fingered his wine-glass.
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