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Wotherspoon the advocate, old acquaintance and adviser of Archibald Touris, of Black Hill. "Captain Rullock " "Mr. Wotherspoon, I am glad to see you!" Mr. Wotherspoon, old moderate Whig, and the Jacobite officer walked together down the clanging way.
The Mercury brings us news of the great world, Mr. Touris, but I dare say you can give us more?" "The chief news, ma'am, is that we want war with Spain and Walpole won't give it to us. But we'll have it British trade must have it or lower her colors to the Dons! France, too " Supper went on, with abundant and good food and drink. The laird sat silent. Strickland gave Mrs. Jardine yeoman aid.
He would have gone for the lesser thing and the long true, right vengeance been delayed!" "What is that?" asked Mr. Touris, dully. "His wrong shall be ever in his mind, and I the painter's brush to paint it there! Give me, O God, the power of genius!" "Are you going to follow him and kill him?" "I am going to follow him. At first I thought that I would kill him.
Prosper at your enemy's cost, and take repayment for your hurt sugared and spiced!" "I'll not do it so!" said Glenfernie. "But I would take my stand at the crag's edge and cry to Grierson of Lagg, 'You or I go down!" Mr. Touris brushed the snuff from his ruffles. "It's a great century! We're growing enlightened." With a movement of her fingers Mrs.
"Oh, there's poetry in that, too," said Greenlaw, "because there's nothing in which there isn't poetry! But you're choosing the kind you're not best in, or so it seems to me." Glenfernie rode from Littlefarm homeward. But the next day he and Black Alan went to Black Hill. Here he saw Mr. Touris alone. That gentleman sat with a shrunken and shriveled look. "Eh, Glenfernie!
There are Alison and Mrs. Goodworth and Munro Touris by the roses." Glenfernie went over to the roses. Mrs. Alison, smiling upon him, presented him to Mrs. Goodworth, a dark, bright, black-eyed, talkative lady. He and Munro Touris nodded to each other.
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.
Touris seemed to wish company; he clung to Glenfernie until the latter must mount his horse and ride home. Only for a moment did Alexander and Mrs. Alison have speech together. "When will you be seeing Elspeth?" "I hope this afternoon." "May joy come to you, Alexander!" "I want it to come. I want it to come." He and Black Alan journeyed home.
As he spoke he moved from before the summer-house into a cross-path, and the others followed him and his Company magnate. The Edinburgh lawyer and Glenfernie found themselves together. The former lagged a step and held the younger man back with him; he dropped his voice "I've not been three hours in the house. I've had no talk with Mr. Touris. What's all this about?
Touris, "his father was of the Church Episcopal in Scotland. I trust that we are all Christians, Glenfernie!" The laird made a dissenting sound. "I kenned," he said, and his voice held a grating gibe, "that you had left the Kirk." Mr. Archibald Touris sipped his tea. "I did not leave it so far, Glenfernie, that I cannot return!
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