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- Author: Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2017
- Pages: 216
- ISBN-10: 1547260998
- ISBN-13: 9781547260997
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.2 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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"Mr. Gillespie omitted some of the formalities," said he. "My name is Mackenzie-David Mackenzie; and I live at Ardlaugh Castle, scarcely half a mile up the glen behind us. I warn you that its hospitality is rude, but to what it affords you are heartily welcome." He spoke with a high, precise courtliness which contrasted oddly with his boyish face (I guessed his age at nineteen or twenty), and still more oddly with his clothes, which were threadbare and patched in many places, yet with a deftness which told of a woman's care. We introduced ourselves by name, and thanked him, with some expressions of regret at inconveniencing (as I put it, at hazard) the family at the Castle. "Oh!" he interrupted, "I am sole master there. I have no parents living, no family, and," he added, with a slight sullenness which I afterwards recognised as habitual, "I may almost say, no friends: though to be sure, you are lucky enough to have one fellow-guest to-night-the minister of the parish, a Mr. Saul, and a very worthy man.
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- Author: Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2017
- Pages: 216
- ISBN-10: 1547260998
- ISBN-13: 9781547260997
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.2 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
"Mr. Gillespie omitted some of the formalities," said he. "My name is Mackenzie-David Mackenzie; and I live at Ardlaugh Castle, scarcely half a mile up the glen behind us. I warn you that its hospitality is rude, but to what it affords you are heartily welcome." He spoke with a high, precise courtliness which contrasted oddly with his boyish face (I guessed his age at nineteen or twenty), and still more oddly with his clothes, which were threadbare and patched in many places, yet with a deftness which told of a woman's care. We introduced ourselves by name, and thanked him, with some expressions of regret at inconveniencing (as I put it, at hazard) the family at the Castle. "Oh!" he interrupted, "I am sole master there. I have no parents living, no family, and," he added, with a slight sullenness which I afterwards recognised as habitual, "I may almost say, no friends: though to be sure, you are lucky enough to have one fellow-guest to-night-the minister of the parish, a Mr. Saul, and a very worthy man.
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