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So saying, he thrust the brogues uponsharp about, strode away through the shadows,

his kilt swaying, and tartans streaallantly

And, presently, I went and sat me down upon the bench beside the

door, with the orn shoes upon my knee Suddenly, as I sat

there, faint and fainter with distance, and unutterably sad, ca the "Wallace

Lament" Softly the melody rose and fell, until it died away in

one long-draailing note

Now, as it ended, I rose, and uncovered my head, for I knew this

was Donald's last farewell

Much e yet lovabletales of ca in tricks and

rogueries of all sorts; and the stately Hieland gentlelens, with strange tales

of the "second sight"--but here, perforce, must be no place for

such So here then I leave Donald and hurry on with my

narrative