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Chapter 6

           Alexander,thatwaslikethedeathofhim.”

           “Andwhatwasit?”Iasked.

           “Ou,justthathehadkilledhim,”saidthelandlord.“Didyeneverhearthat?”

           “Andwhatwouldhekillhimfor?”saidI.

           “Andwhatfor,butjusttogettheplace,”saidhe.

           “Theplace?”saidI.“TheShaws?”

           “NaeotherplacethatIken,”saidhe.

           “Ay,man?”saidI.“Isthatso?WasmywasAlexandertheeldestson?”

           “‘Deedwashe,”saidthelandlord.“Whatelsewouldhehavekilledhimfor?”

           Andwiththathewentaway,ashehadbeenimpatienttodofromthebeginning.

           Ofcourse,Ihadguesseditalongwhileago;butitisonethingtoguess,anothertoknow;andIsatstunnedwithmygoodfortune,andcouldscarcegrowtobelievethatthesamepoorladwhohadtrudgedinthedustfromEttrickForestnottwodaysago,wasnowoneoftherichoftheearth,andhadahouseandbroadlands,andmightmounthishorsetomorrow.Allthesepleasantthings,andathousandothers,crowdedintomymind,asIsatstaringbeforemeoutoftheinnwindow,andpayingnoheedtowhatIsaw;onlyIrememberthatmyeyelightedonCaptainHoseasondownonthepieramonghisseamen,andspeakingwithsomeauthority.Andpresentlyhecamemarchingbacktowardsthehouse,withnomarkofasailor’sclumsiness,butcarryinghisfine,tallfigurewithamanlybearing,andstillwiththesamesober,graveexpressiononhisface.IwonderedifitwaspossiblethatRansome’sstoriescouldbetrue,andhalfdisbelievedthem;theyfittedsoillwiththeman’slooks.

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