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"
I
am
sorry
for
that
,
"
said
I
,
"
for
I
am
not
done
;
and
if
you
distaste
the
sermon
,
I
doubt
the
pirliecue
will
please
you
as
little
.
You
have
been
chased
in
the
field
by
the
grown
men
of
my
party
;
it
seems
a
poor
kind
of
pleasure
to
out-face
a
boy
.
Both
the
Campbells
and
the
Whigs
have
beaten
you
;
you
have
run
before
them
like
a
hare
.
It
behoves
you
to
speak
of
them
as
of
your
betters
.
"
Alan
stood
quite
still
,
the
tails
of
his
great-coat
clapping
behind
him
in
the
wind
.
"
This
is
a
pity
,
"
he
said
at
last
.
"
There
are
things
said
that
can
not
be
passed
over
.
"
"
I
never
asked
you
to
,
"
said
I.
"
I
am
as
ready
as
yourself
.
"
"
Ready
?
"
said
he
.
"
Ready
,
"
I
repeated
.
"
I
am
no
blower
and
boaster
like
some
that
I
could
name
.
Come
on
!
"
And
drawing
my
sword
,
I
fell
on
guard
as
Alan
himself
had
taught
me
.
"
David
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Are
ye
daft
?
I
cannae
draw
upon
ye
,
David
.
It
's
fair
murder
.
"
"
That
was
your
look-out
when
you
insulted
me
,
"
said
I.
"
It
's
the
truth
!
"
cried
Alan
,
and
he
stood
for
a
moment
,
wringing
his
mouth
in
his
hand
like
a
man
in
sore
perplexity
.
"
It
's
the
bare
truth
,
"
he
said
,
and
drew
his
sword
.
But
before
I
could
touch
his
blade
with
mine
,
he
had
thrown
it
from
him
and
fallen
to
the
ground
.
"
Na
,
na
,
"
he
kept
saying
,
"
na
,
na
--
I
cannae
,
I
cannae
.
"
At
this
the
last
of
my
anger
oozed
all
out
of
me
;
and
I
found
myself
only
sick
,
and
sorry
,
and
blank
,
and
wondering
at
myself
.
