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did not understand that the whisky he had given
Archie was the worst possible thing for him. To
the beggar, it was the sovereign remedy for all
trouble of mind or body.
He cursed his own circumscribed energies;
there was no one in sight. The nearest habita¬
tion was a little farmhouse on the skirts of the
moor with one tiny window in its gable-end
making a dark spot, high under the roof.
Wattie turned his wheels reluctantly towards
it. Unwilling though he was to draw attention
to his companion, there was no choice.

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