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“
Whatsoever
happened
?
”
he
murmured
.
“
Whatsoever
happens
now
,
Ysobel
,
know
nothing
but
tender
joy
.
I
think
you
CAN
.
‘
Out
on
the
Hillside
!
’
Let
us
remember
.
”
“
Yes
,
yes
,
”
I
said
;
“
‘
Out
on
the
Hillside
.
’
”
And
our
two
faces
,
damp
with
the
sweet
mist
,
were
pressed
together
.
The
mist
had
floated
away
,
and
the
moor
was
drenched
with
golden
sunshine
when
we
went
back
to
the
castle
.
As
we
entered
the
hall
I
heard
the
sound
of
a
dog
howling
,
and
spoke
of
it
to
one
of
the
men
-
servants
who
had
opened
the
door
.
“
That
sounds
like
Gelert
.
Is
he
shut
up
somewhere
?
”
Gelert
was
a
beautiful
sheep
-
dog
who
belonged
to
Feargus
and
was
his
heart
’
s
friend
.
I
allowed
him
to
be
kept
in
the
courtyard
.
The
man
hesitated
before
he
answered
me
,
with
a
curiously
grave
face
.
“
It
is
Gelert
,
miss
.
He
is
howling
for
his
master
.
We
were
obliged
to
shut
him
in
the
stables
.
”
“
But
Feargus
ought
to
have
reached
here
by
this
time
,
”
I
was
beginning
.
I
was
stopped
because
I
found
Angus
Macayre
almost
at
my
elbow
.
He
had
that
moment
come
out
of
the
library
.
He
put
his
hand
on
my
arm
.
