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"
Ay
"
said
James
,
"
and
by
my
troth
,
I
wish
he
was
alive
again
!
It
's
all
very
fine
to
blow
and
boast
beforehand
;
but
now
it
's
done
,
Alan
;
and
who
's
to
bear
the
wyte
of
it
?
The
accident
fell
out
in
Appin
--
mind
ye
that
,
Alan
;
it
's
Appin
that
must
pay
;
and
I
am
a
man
that
has
a
family
.
"
While
this
was
going
on
I
looked
about
me
at
the
servants
.
Some
were
on
ladders
,
digging
in
the
thatch
of
the
house
or
the
farm
buildings
,
from
which
they
brought
out
guns
,
swords
,
and
different
weapons
of
war
;
others
carried
them
away
;
and
by
the
sound
of
mattock
blows
from
somewhere
farther
down
the
brae
,
I
suppose
they
buried
them
.
Though
they
were
all
so
busy
,
there
prevailed
no
kind
of
order
in
their
efforts
;
men
struggled
together
for
the
same
gun
and
ran
into
each
other
with
their
burning
torches
;
and
James
was
continually
turning
about
from
his
talk
with
Alan
,
to
cry
out
orders
which
were
apparently
never
understood
.
The
faces
in
the
torchlight
were
like
those
of
people
overborne
with
hurry
and
panic
;
and
though
none
spoke
above
his
breath
,
their
speech
sounded
both
anxious
and
angry
.
It
was
about
this
time
that
a
lassie
came
out
of
the
house
carrying
a
pack
or
bundle
;
and
it
has
often
made
me
smile
to
think
how
Alan
's
instinct
awoke
at
the
mere
sight
of
it
.
"
What
's
that
the
lassie
has
?
"
he
asked
.
"
We
're
just
setting
the
house
in
order
,
Alan
,
"
said
James
,
in
his
frightened
and
somewhat
fawning
way
.
"
They
'll
search
Appin
with
candles
,
and
we
must
have
all
things
straight
.
We
're
digging
the
bit
guns
and
swords
into
the
moss
,
ye
see
;
and
these
,
I
am
thinking
,
will
be
your
ain
French
clothes
.
We
'll
be
to
bury
them
,
I
believe
.
"
"
Bury
my
French
clothes
!
"
cried
Alan
.
"
Troth
,
no
!
"
And
he
laid
hold
upon
the
packet
and
retired
into
the
barn
to
shift
himself
,
recommending
me
in
the
meanwhile
to
his
kinsman
.
James
carried
me
accordingly
into
the
kitchen
,
and
sat
down
with
me
at
table
,
smiling
and
talking
at
first
in
a
very
hospitable
manner
.
But
presently
the
gloom
returned
upon
him
;
he
sat
frowning
and
biting
his
fingers
;
only
remembered
me
from
time
to
time
;
and
then
gave
me
but
a
word
or
two
and
a
poor
smile
,
and
back
into
his
private
terrors
.
His
wife
sat
by
the
fire
and
wept
,
with
her
face
in
her
hands
;
his
eldest
son
was
crouched
upon
the
floor
,
running
over
a
great
mass
of
papers
and
now
and
again
setting
one
alight
and
burning
it
to
the
bitter
end
;
all
the
while
a
servant
lass
with
a
red
face
was
rummaging
about
the
room
,
in
a
blind
hurry
of
fear
,
and
whimpering
as
she
went
;
and
every
now
and
again
one
of
the
men
would
thrust
in
his
face
from
the
yard
,
and
cry
for
orders
.
At
last
James
could
keep
his
seat
no
longer
,
and
begged
my
permission
to
be
so
unmannerly
as
walk
about
.
"
I
am
but
poor
company
altogether
,
sir
,
"
says
he
,
"
but
I
can
think
of
nothing
but
this
dreadful
accident
,
and
the
trouble
it
is
like
to
bring
upon
quite
innocent
persons
.
"
