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316 THE MASTER OF BALLANTRAE.
" But, God damn me, the man's buried ! " cried Sir
W
iliiam.
" I will never believe that/' returned my lord,
painfully trembling. " I'll never believe it ! '' he cried
again, and jumped to his feet. ''^ Did he looh dead? "
he asked of Mountain.
'^ Look dead ? " repeated the trader. *' He looked
white. Why, what would he be at? I tell you, I put
the sods upon him.''
My lord caught Sir William by the coat with a
hooked hand. '' This man has the name of my brother,"
says he, " but it's well understood that he was never
canny."
'' Canny ? " says Sir William. " What is that ? "
" He's not of this world," Avhispered my lord,
"neither him nor the black deil that serves him. I
have struck my sword throughout his vitals," he
cried ; " 1 have felt the hilt dirl* on his breastbone,
and the hot blood spirt in ray very face, time and
again, time and again ! " he rej)eated, with a gesture
indescribable. " But he was never dead for that," said
he, and I sighed aloud. "^ Why should I think he
was dead now ? No, not till I see him rotting," says
he.
Sir William looked across at me with a long face.
Mountain forgot his wounds, staring and gaping.
" jNIy lord," said I, '^ I wish you would collect your
* ran-.
" But, God damn me, the man's buried ! " cried Sir
W
iliiam.
" I will never believe that/' returned my lord,
painfully trembling. " I'll never believe it ! '' he cried
again, and jumped to his feet. ''^ Did he looh dead? "
he asked of Mountain.
'^ Look dead ? " repeated the trader. *' He looked
white. Why, what would he be at? I tell you, I put
the sods upon him.''
My lord caught Sir William by the coat with a
hooked hand. '' This man has the name of my brother,"
says he, " but it's well understood that he was never
canny."
'' Canny ? " says Sir William. " What is that ? "
" He's not of this world," Avhispered my lord,
"neither him nor the black deil that serves him. I
have struck my sword throughout his vitals," he
cried ; " 1 have felt the hilt dirl* on his breastbone,
and the hot blood spirt in ray very face, time and
again, time and again ! " he rej)eated, with a gesture
indescribable. " But he was never dead for that," said
he, and I sighed aloud. "^ Why should I think he
was dead now ? No, not till I see him rotting," says
he.
Sir William looked across at me with a long face.
Mountain forgot his wounds, staring and gaping.
" jNIy lord," said I, '^ I wish you would collect your
* ran-.
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Early editions of Robert Louis Stevenson > Fiction > Book editions > Master of Ballantrae > (328) Page 316 |
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/80502123 |
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Written and printed matter > Books |
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Dates / events: |
1889 [Date published] |
Places: |
Europe >
United Kingdom >
England >
Greater London >
London
(inhabited place) [Place published] |
Subject / content: |
Fiction |
Person / organisation: |
Cassell & Company [Publisher] Stevenson, Robert Louis, 1850-1894 [Author] |
Person / organisation: |
Stevenson, Robert Louis, 1850-1894 [Author] |
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