“I bid you farewell, father!” Mary said; “till now you have ever been a kind father to me. And some day you will forgive this seeming disobedience!”
Then it was that her father made a strange speech.
“Quintin MacClellan has muckle to thank me for. For had it not been for the roaring of the Bull, he had not so easily gotten away the dainty quey!”
So side by side, and presently when we got to the wood’s edge hand in hand, Mary Gordon and I went out into the world together.
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Final Addition and Conclusion by Hob MacClellan.
Thus my brother left the writing which has fallen into my hand. In a word I must finish what I cannot alter or amend.
His marriage with Mary Gordon was most happy and gracious, though I have ever heard that she retained throughout her life her high proud nature and hasty speech.
Her father relented his anger after the great renovation of the Covenants at Auchensaugh. Indeed, I question whether in driving them forth from Earlstoun, as hath been told, Alexander Gordon was not acting a part. For when he came to see my wife, Alexander-Jonita, after our little Quintin was born, he said, “Heard ye aught of your brother and his wife?”
I told him that they were well and hearty, full of honour, work, and the happiness of children.