A Protegee of Jack Hamlin's and Other Stories by Bret Harte
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Intensely surprised and amused at this sudden outbreak of enthusiasm on the part of the usually cautious lawyer, the consul could not refrain from accenting it by a marked return to practical business. "I shall be delighted to learn more about Prince Charlie," he said, smiling, "but just now his prototype--if you'll allow me to call him so--is a nearer topic, and for the present, at least until he assume his new titles and dignities, has a right to claim my protection, and I am responsible for him as an American citizen. Now, my dear friend, is there really any property, land, or title of any importance involved in his claim, and what and where, in Heaven's name, is it? For I assure you I know nothing practical about it, and cannot make head or tail of it." Sir James resumed his slow serenity, and gathered up his gloves. "Ay, there's a great deer-forest in Ballochbrinkie, and there's part of Loch Phillibeg in Cairngormshire, and there's Kelpie Island off Moreovershire. Ay, there's enough land when the crofters are cleared off, and the small sheep-tenants evicted. It will be a grand property then." The consul stared. "The crofters and tenants evicted!" he repeated. "Are they not part of the clan, and loyal to the McHulish?" "The McHulish," said Sir James with great deliberation, "hasn't set foot there for years. They'd be burning him in effigy." "But," said the astonished consul, "that's rather bad for the expectant heir--and the magic of the McHulish presence." |
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