The Marquis of Lossie by George MacDonald
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my affairs? Come out of that directly."
"Huly, huly, sir!" returned Malcolm, in terror lest he should discover who was with him. "You low bred rascal! Who have you there with you?" As he spoke Mr Crathie would have forced his way into the dusky chamber, where he could just perceive a motionless undefined form. But stiff as a statue Malcolm kept his stand, and the door was immovable. Mr Crathie gave a second and angrier push, but the youth's corporeal as well as his mental equilibrium was hard to upset, and his enemy drew back in mounting fury. "Get out of there," he cried, "or I'll horsewhip you for a damned blackguard." "Whup awa'," said Malcolm, "but in here ye s' no come the nicht." The factor rushed at him, his heavy whip upheaved--and the same moment found himself, not in the room, but lying on the flower bed in front of it. Malcolm instantly stepped out, locked the door, put the key in his pocket, and turned to assist him. But he was up already, and busy with words unbefitting the mouth of an elder of the kirk. "Didna I say 'at ye sudna come in, sir? What for wull fowk no tak' a tellin'?" expostulated Malcolm. But the factor was far beyond force of logic or illumination of |
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