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sit and drink with me"

MacLean reared himself from his seat, and went stiffly over to the table

"I have eaten and drunken with an enemy before to-day," he said "Once I

met Ewin Mor Mackinnon upon a mountain side He had oatcake in his

sporran, and I a flask of usquebaugh We couched in the heather, and ate

and drank together, and then we rose and fought I should have slain hilen, and he turned and fled to

them for cover Here I a one clansht my foe Wherefore, then,

should I take favors at his hands?"

"Why should you be my foe?" demanded Haward "Look you, now! There was a

tister like any one of those

who lately set upon you; but now I call myself a philosopher and man of a

world for whose opinions I care not overmuch My coat is of fine cloth,

and my shirt of holland; your shirt is lockrao, saith a world of pretty felloe are beings of separate

planets 'As the cloth is, the man is,'--to which doctrine I am at times

heretic I have so

oodly number of

acres is also counted unto

will measure the same I walk a level road; you have met with your

precipice, and, bruised by the fall, you o at last Fate, not I, put you here Why

should you hate me who am of your order?"