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"Child of the red tam-o'-shanter, I'm very sorry I

was rude to you yesterday, for I liked your steady stroke

with the paddle; and I admired, evenall the cads in

the world I airl of the red tam-o'-shanter!), if

they are not yours you shall help hbors, you and I, and there must be peace

between our houses"

With this foolishness I rose, thrust the beads into lory of the

sunset

That night, as I was going quite late to bed, bearing

a candle to light h the dark hall tostealthily

through the house At first I thought Bates was still

abroad, but I waited, listening for severalable to mark the exact direction of the sound

or to identify it with him I went on to the door of my

room, and still a muffled step seemed to follow me,-first

it had co up stairs,-but where? In ht, slow, but distinct Again there was a

stuhosts, I reflected, do

not fall down stairs!

The sound died away, seeh I prowled about for an hour

it did not recur that night