“Aye,” said he, after a pause of reflection, “Quintin has indeed muckle to thank me for. I took the only way with our Mary, to make her ten times fonder o’ him than she was.”
And he chuckled a little deep laugh in his throat.
“But,” he said, “I wad gie a year’s rent to ken how she liked the dykeback the night she left the Earlstoun.”
THE END.
By S. R. CROCKETT.
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THE STANDARD BEARER. An Historical Romance.