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“
I
did
,
quite
plainly
,
”
I
went
on
,
more
and
more
bewildered
by
the
way
in
which
they
kept
a
sort
of
tender
,
awed
gaze
fixed
on
me
.
“
You
remember
I
even
noticed
that
he
looked
pale
.
I
laughed
,
you
know
,
when
I
said
he
looked
almost
like
one
of
the
White
People
—
”
Just
then
my
breath
caught
itself
and
I
stopped
.
I
began
to
remember
things
—
hundreds
of
things
.
Angus
spoke
to
me
again
as
quietly
as
Hector
had
spoken
.
“
Neither
Jean
nor
I
ever
saw
Wee
Brown
Elspeth
,
”
he
said
—
“
neither
Jean
nor
I
.
But
you
did
.
You
have
always
seen
what
the
rest
of
us
did
not
see
,
my
bairn
—
always
.
”
I
stammered
out
a
few
words
,
half
in
a
whisper
.
“
I
have
always
seen
what
you
others
could
not
see
?
WHAT
—
HAVE
—
I
—
SEEN
?
”
But
I
was
not
frightened
.
I
suppose
I
could
never
tell
any
one
what
strange
,
wide
,
bright
places
seemed
suddenly
to
open
and
shine
before
me
.
Not
places
to
shrink
back
from
—
oh
no
!
no
!
One
could
be
sure
,
then
—
SURE
!
Feargus
had
lifted
his
bonnet
with
that
extraordinary
triumph
in
his
look
—
even
Feargus
,
who
had
been
rather
dour
.
“
You
called
them
the
White
People
,
”
Hector
MacNairn
said
.
Angus
and
Jean
had
known
all
my
life
.
A
very
old
shepherd
who
had
looked
in
my
face
when
I
was
a
baby
had
said
I
had
the
eyes
which
“
SAW
.
”
It
was
only
the
saying
of
an
old
Highlander
,
and
might
not
have
been
remembered
.
Later
the
two
began
to
believe
I
had
a
sight
they
had
not
.
The
night
before
Wee
Brown
Elspeth
had
been
brought
to
me
Angus
had
read
for
the
first
time
the
story
of
Dark
Malcolm
,
and
as
they
sat
near
me
on
the
moor
they
had
been
talking
about
it
.
That
was
why
he
forgot
himself
when
I
came
to
ask
them
where
the
child
had
gone
,
and
told
him
of
the
big
,
dark
man
with
the
scar
on
his
forehead
.
After
that
they
were
sure
.
They
had
always
hidden
their
knowledge
from
me
because
they
were
afraid
it
might
frighten
me
to
be
told
.
I
had
not
been
a
strong
child
.
They
kept
the
secret
from
my
relatives
because
they
knew
they
would
dislike
to
hear
it
and
would
not
believe
,
and
also
would
dislike
me
as
a
queer
,
abnormal
creature
.
Angus
had
fears
of
what
they
might
do
with
doctors
and
severe
efforts
to
obliterate
from
my
mind
my
“
nonsense
,
”
as
they
would
have
been
sure
to
call
it
.
The
two
wise
souls
had
shielded
me
on
every
side
.
