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"
Not
so
much
as
the
name
,
sir
,
"
said
I.
"
To
think
o
'
that
!
"
said
he
.
"
A
strange
nature
of
a
man
!
"
For
all
that
,
he
seemed
singularly
satisfied
,
but
whether
with
himself
,
or
me
,
or
with
this
conduct
of
my
father
's
,
was
more
than
I
could
read
.
Certainly
,
however
,
he
seemed
to
be
outgrowing
that
distaste
,
or
ill-will
,
that
he
had
conceived
at
first
against
my
person
;
for
presently
he
jumped
up
,
came
across
the
room
behind
me
,
and
hit
me
a
smack
upon
the
shoulder
.
"
We
'll
agree
fine
yet
!
"
he
cried
.
"
I
'm
just
as
glad
I
let
you
in
.
And
now
come
awa
'
to
your
bed
.
"
To
my
surprise
,
he
lit
no
lamp
or
candle
,
but
set
forth
into
the
dark
passage
,
groped
his
way
,
breathing
deeply
,
up
a
flight
of
steps
,
and
paused
before
a
door
,
which
he
unlocked
.
I
was
close
upon
his
heels
,
having
stumbled
after
him
as
best
I
might
;
and
then
he
bade
me
go
in
,
for
that
was
my
chamber
.
I
did
as
he
bid
,
but
paused
after
a
few
steps
,
and
begged
a
light
to
go
to
bed
with
.
"
Hoot-toot
!
"
said
Uncle
Ebenezer
,
"
there
's
a
fine
moon
.
"
"
Neither
moon
nor
star
,
sir
,
and
pit-mirk
,
"
said
I.
"
I
cannae
see
the
bed
.
"
"
Hoot-toot
,
hoot-toot
!
"
said
he
.
"
Lights
in
a
house
is
a
thing
I
dinnae
agree
with
.
I
'm
unco
feared
of
fires
.
Good-night
to
ye
,
Davie
,
my
man
.
"
And
before
I
had
time
to
add
a
further
protest
,
he
pulled
the
door
to
,
and
I
heard
him
lock
me
in
from
the
outside
.
I
did
not
know
whether
to
laugh
or
cry
.
The
room
was
as
cold
as
a
well
,
and
the
bed
,
when
I
had
found
my
way
to
it
,
as
damp
as
a
peat-hag
;
but
by
good
fortune
I
had
caught
up
my
bundle
and
my
plaid
,
and
rolling
myself
in
the
latter
,
I
lay
down
upon
the
floor
under
lee
of
the
big
bedstead
,
and
fell
speedily
asleep
.
With
the
first
peep
of
day
I
opened
my
eyes
,
to
find
myself
in
a
great
chamber
,
hung
with
stamped
leather
,
furnished
with
fine
embroidered
furniture
,
and
lit
by
three
fair
windows
.
Ten
years
ago
,
or
perhaps
twenty
,
it
must
have
been
as
pleasant
a
room
to
lie
down
or
to
awake
in
as
a
man
could
wish
;
but
damp
,
dirt
,
disuse
,
and
the
mice
and
spiders
had
done
their
worst
since
then
.
Many
of
the
window-panes
,
besides
,
were
broken
;
and
indeed
this
was
so
common
a
feature
in
that
house
,
that
I
believe
my
uncle
must
at
some
time
have
stood
a
siege
from
his
indignant
neighbours
--
perhaps
with
Jennet
Clouston
at
their
head
.
Meanwhile
the
sun
was
shining
outside
;
and
being
very
cold
in
that
miserable
room
,
I
knocked
and
shouted
till
my
gaoler
came
and
let
me
out
.
He
carried
me
to
the
back
of
the
house
,
where
was
a
draw-well
,
and
told
me
to
"
wash
my
face
there
,
if
I
wanted
;
"
and
when
that
was
done
,
I
made
the
best
of
my
own
way
back
to
the
kitchen
,
where
he
had
lit
the
fire
and
was
making
the
porridge
.
