Chapter 36
THE BLOW "Well, Malcolm," said his lordship, when the youth reported himself, "how's Mrs. Stewart?" "No ower weel pleased, my lord," answered Malcolm. "What!--you have n't been refusing to--?" "Deed hev I, my lord!" "Tut! tut!--Have you brought me any message from her?" He spoke rather angrily. "Nane but that she wasna weel, an' wad write the morn." The marquis thought for a few moments. "If I make a personal matter of it, MacPhail--I mean--you won't refuse me if I ask a personal favour of you?" "I maun ken what it is afore I say onything, my lord." "You may trust me not to require anything you could n't undertake." "There micht be twa opinions, my lord." "You young boor! What is the world coming to? By Jove!" "As far 's I can gang wi' a clean conscience, I'll gang,--no ae st
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