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Chapter 26
“He’soldenoughto——”andAlanstruckhisforefingeronthebackpartofhisneck,meaningthatIwasoldenoughtolosemyhead.
“Itwouldbeablackshame,”shecried,flushinghigh.
“It’swhatwillbe,though,”saidAlan,“unlesswemanagethebetter.”
Atthisthelassturnedandranoutofthatpartofthehouse,leavingusalonetogether.Alaninhighgoodhumouratthefurtheringofhisschemes,andIinbitterdudgeonatbeingcalledaJacobiteandtreatedlikeachild.
“Alan,”Icried,“Icanstandnomoreofthis.”
“Ye’llhavetosititthen,Davie,”saidhe.“Forifyeupsetthepotnow,yemayscrapeyourownlifeoutofthefire,butAlanBreckisadeadman.”
ThiswassotruethatIcouldonlygroan;andevenmygroanservedAlan’spurpose,foritwasoverheardbythelassasshecameflyinginagainwithadishofwhitepuddingsandabottleofstrongale.
“Poorlamb!”saysshe,andhadnosoonersetthemeatbeforeus,thanshetouchedmeontheshoulderwithalittlefriendlytouch,asmuchastobidmecheerup.Thenshetoldustofallto,andtherewouldbenomoretopay;fortheinnwasherown,oratleastherfather’s,andhewasgoneforthedaytoPittencrieff.Wewaitedfornosecondbidding,forbreadandcheeseisbutcoldcomfortandthepuddingssmeltexcellentlywell;andwhilewesatandate,shetookupthatsameplacebythenexttable,lookingon,andthinking,andfrowningtoherself,anddrawingthestringofherapronthroughherhand.
