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Huntingtower

CHAPTER V
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He stood aside and grinned, till Dickson in despair returned his notecase to his pocket, murmuring darkly the "he would send it from Glasgow." The road to Auchenlochan left the main village street at right angles by the side of Mrs.Morran's cottage.

It was a better road than that by which they had come yesterday, for by it twice daily the postcart travelled to the post-town.

It ran on the edge of the moor and on the lip of the Garple glen, till it crossed that stream and, keeping near the coast, emerged after five miles into the cultivated flats of the Lochan valley.

The morning was fine, the keen air invited to high spirits, plovers piped entrancingly over the bent and linnets sang in the whins, there was a solid breakfast behind him, and the promise of a cheerful road till luncheon.

The stage was set for good humour, but Dickson's heart, which should have been ascending with the larks, stuck leadenly in his boots.


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