Part 43 (2/2)

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I think I have finished ets slowly up fro, conies towards me, and places his honest head on my ar that he wants, nor petting either

'Co with soft brown eyes and wagging tail; 'colorious gallop across the hills See how the sun shi+nes and glitters on grass, on leaves and lake! While you have been writing there day after day, I, your faithful dog, have been languishi+ng Coether

When I return, refreshed, and run up stairs to the roo my manuscript

'There is,' she says, 'only one addition to make'

'Name it, auntie,' I say; 'it is not yet too late'

But she hesitates

'It is al the deerhound

'A secret, auntie? Ha, ha!' I laugh 'I have it, auntie! I have it!'

And I kiss her there and then

'It is Townley's secret and yours He has proposed, and you are to--'

But auntie has run out of the roo to add to all this

Can you guess _ Irene and I, Murdoch M'Criuessed uessed auntie's

And just let me ask this: Could any better plan have been devised of burying the hatchet betwixt two rival Highland clans, and putting an end for ever to a blood feud?

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