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From the porch they watched the coach and four away, with Munro Touris following on a strong and ugly bay mare. The elm boughs of the avenue hid the whole. The cloud continents and islands were dissolving into the air ocean, the sun lay in strong beams, the water drops were drying from leaf and blade. Mrs.
I want London!" "That's Babylon. It's your own country. You're evening it with England!" "No, I'm not. But you can't deny that it's poor." "There's one of its sons, named Touris, that is not poor!" Rullock rose upon one knee. "The wise man gets rich and the fool stays poor. Do you want to be friends or do you want to fight?" Alexander clasped his hands behind his head and lay back upon the earth.
Her husband checked her. "You have not seen him since he was sixteen. Boys like that have wild notions of romance and devotion. They change when they're older." The lawyer took the word. "Captain Rullock doubtless buried all that years ago. His wearing the King's coat hauds for proof." Munro Touris had been college-mate in Edinburgh.
The floor was patched with gold; there was warmth as well as light. He pushed a chair into it, sat down, and opened first the packet that he knew had come from his uncle. He broke the seal and read two pages of Mr. Touris in a mood of anger. There were rumors . True it was that Ian had now his own fortune, had it at least until he lost it and his life together in some mad, unlawful business!
It was dark, clear night, and all the autumn stars shone like worlds of hope. The next morning he mounted his horse and went off to Black Hill. He would get this matter of Ian straight. It was early when he rode, and he came to Black Hill to find Mr. Touris and his sister yet at the breakfast-table. Mrs.
It would seem nothing, if these Highland chiefs were not his kin and if there wasn't this round and round rumor of the Pretender and the French army! There may be nothing he may be riding back almost to-morrow!" But Mr. Touris would not shake the black dog from his shoulders. "He'll bring trouble yet was born the sort to do it!" Alexander defended him.
Wotherspoon, too, has a moment's business there. Alison will not come, but Munro Touris rides along. Will you come, too, Glenfernie? We'll have a bit of dinner at the 'Glorious Occasion." "No, thank you. I have to get home presently. But I'll stay a little and talk to Mrs. Alison, if I may." "Ah, you may!" said Mrs. Alison.
William Jardine, laird of Glenfernie, led the way to the fire. "The ford was swollen. Mr. Touris got a little wet and chilled." "Ah, the fire is good!" said Mr. Touris. "They do not burn wood like this in London!" "You will burn it at Black Hill. I hope that you like it better and better?" "It has possibilities, ma'am. Undoubtedly," said Mr.
Now she smiled as he came up. "Did you have good fishing?" "Only fair." "Mr. Jardine and Mr. Touris have just returned. They rode to Black Hill. Have you seen Alexander?" "No. I asked Jamie " "So did I. But he could not tell." "He may have gone over the moor and been belated. Bran is with him." "Yes.... He's a solitary one, with a thousand in himself!"
Jamie and Alice now listened to the elders, now in an undertone discoursed their own affairs. Mr. Touris talked, large trader talk, sprinkled with terms of commerce and Indian policy. Supper over, all rose. The table was cleared, wine and glasses brought and set upon it, between the candles. The young folk vanished. Bright as was the night, the air carried an edge. Mr.
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