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Chapter 23
Forallthathewasdispleasedenough,lookedatmeaskance,andgrumbledwhenhelooked.AndindeeditmustbeownedthatbothmyscruplesandthewordsinwhichIdeclaredthem,smackedsomewhatoftheCovenanter,andwerelittleintheirplaceamongwildHighlandJacobites.
Whatwiththebrandyandthevenison,astrangeheavinesshadcomeoverme;andIhadscarcelaindownuponthebedbeforeIfellintoakindoftrance,inwhichIcontinuedalmostthewholetimeofourstayintheCage.SometimesIwasbroadawakeandunderstoodwhatpassed;sometimesIonlyheardvoices,ormensnoring,likethevoiceofasillyriver;andtheplaidsuponthewalldwindleddownandswelledoutagain,likefirelightshadowsontheroof.Imustsometimeshavespokenorcriedout,forIrememberIwasnowandthenamazedatbeinganswered;yetIwasconsciousofnoparticularnightmare,onlyofageneral,black,abidinghorror—ahorroroftheplaceIwasin,andthebedIlayin,andtheplaidsonthewall,andthevoices,andthefire,andmyself.
Thebarber-gillie,whowasadoctortoo,wascalledintoprescribeforme;butashespokeintheGaelic,Iunderstoodnotawordofhisopinion,andwastoosickeventoaskforatranslation.IknewwellenoughIwasill,andthatwasallIcaredabout.
IpaidlittleheedwhileIlayinthispoorpass.
