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voice "No," he said, "I a is an

exile, and my chief is forfeited I suppose that my father is dead Ewin

Mackinnon, e, lived untroubled by ainst me; I shall never

see it more I am naish land, where from year's end to year's end the key keeps the

house and the furze bush keeps the cow The best years of my

one froentlemen, old officers of

Dundee, who in France did not disdain to serve as private sentinels, that

theiras unfortunate as the of an island in the Rhine which to this

day is called the Island of the Scots, so bravely did these gentlemen bear

themselves They made their lowly station honorable; marshals and princes

applauded their deeds The raded; his life was not aus

MacLean, son and brother of chieftains, I serve as a slave; giving

obedience where in nature it is not due, laboring in an alien land for

that which profiteth not, looking to die peacefully in my bed! I should be

no less than most unhappy"