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“
The
little
girl
the
men
brought
to
play
with
me
,
”
I
answered
,
still
looking
about
me
.
“
The
big
one
on
the
black
horse
put
her
down
—
the
big
one
with
the
star
here
.
”
I
touched
my
forehead
where
the
queer
scar
had
been
.
For
a
minute
Angus
forgot
himself
.
Years
later
he
told
me
.
“
Dark
Malcolm
of
the
Glen
,
”
he
broke
out
.
“
Wee
Brown
Elspeth
.
”
“
But
she
is
white
—
quite
white
!
”
I
said
.
“
Where
did
she
go
?
”
Jean
swept
me
in
her
warm
,
shaking
arms
and
hugged
me
close
to
her
breast
.
“
She
’
s
one
of
the
fair
ones
,
”
she
said
,
kissing
and
patting
me
.
“
She
will
come
again
.
She
’
ll
come
often
,
I
dare
say
.
But
she
’
s
gone
now
and
we
must
go
,
too
.
Get
up
,
Angus
,
man
.
We
’
re
for
the
castle
.
”
If
we
three
had
been
different
—
if
we
had
ever
had
the
habit
of
talking
and
asking
questions
—
we
might
surely
have
asked
one
another
questions
as
I
rode
on
Sheltie
’
s
back
,
with
Angus
leading
us
.
But
they
asked
me
nothing
,
and
I
said
very
little
except
that
I
once
spoke
of
the
wild
-
looking
horsemen
and
their
pale
,
joyous
faces
.
“
They
were
glad
,
”
was
all
I
said
.
