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I base that upon the fact that the child is still treated with homage whenever he goes out, according to what Miss Lorne says, and that, with the single exception of that one woman who tried to poison him, nobody but one man this particular one man has ever made any attempt to harm the boy. Fanatics, like those Cingalese, cleave to an idea to the end, Mr.
"Now I know the 'lay'! No; don't ask me anything yet. Go on with the story, please. What then, Miss Lorne, what then?" "Then the man below said something which I could not hear and she answered in these words: 'No, no; there is no danger. I will guard it safely, and it shall go into no hands but Clodoche's.
"The place is too big for one parish, no doubt," Hesketh remarked. "Oh, he's a Presbyterian! The Episcopalians haven't got any hold to speak of over there. Here we are," said Lorne, and turned in at the door. The old wooden sign was long gone. "John Murchison and Sons" glittered instead in the plate-glass windows, but Hesketh did not see it.
"A fellow you met out in India, a fellow named George Headland, lieutenant, remember the name, please, has just turned up in these parts. You met him quite unexpectedly, and if you want to get at the bottom of this case, take him along with you and get your Aunt Ruth to put him up for a day or two." "Oh, Mr. Cleek!" "George Headland, if you please, Miss Lorne.
Like he did that time when we were down at Lorne last year and he and Sir Philip quarrelled something dreadful.
"Those Milburns," remarked Mrs Murchison, "are enough to make one's blood boil. I met Mrs Milburn in the market yesterday; she'd been pricing Mrs Crow's ducks, and they were just five cents too dear for her, and she stopped wonderful thing for her and had SUCH an amount to say about Lorne, and the honour it was, and the dear only knows what!
I don't know a single girl in this town that has among my friends, anyway. That's three years off, and you CAN'T expect me to be engaged for three years." "No." said Lorne, "engaged six months, married the rest of the time. Or the periods might run concurrently if you preferred I shouldn't mind." "An engaged girl has the very worst time.
I shall make a good Canadian, I trust. And as good an imperialist," he added, "as is consistent with the claims of my adopted country." "That seems to be the popular view," said Lorne. "And a very reasonable view, too. But I'm not going to embark on that with you, old fellow you shan't draw me in. I know where you are on that subject." "So do I I'm stranded.
"Is that all, Miss Lorne, or am I right in supposing that there is even worse to come?" "Oh, much worse, Mr. Cleek! The knowledge that these would-be murderers, whoever they are, whatever may be their mysterious motive, have grown desperate enough to invade the house itself has driven Lady Chepstow well-nigh frantic.
The lowlands swarmed with the English; to the north was Badenoch, the district of their bitter enemies the Comyns; while westward lay the territory of the MacDougalls of Lorne, whose chieftain, Alexander, was a nephew by marriage of the Comyn killed by Bruce, and an adherent of the English.
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