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." "Forgot herself." Kate came to her father's relief.

"She often does; but one thing Miss Carnegie remembers, and that is that General Carnegie likes his cheroot after tiffin.

Do you smoke, Mr.Carmichael?
Oh, I am allowed to stay, if you don't object, and have forgiven my rudeness." "You make too much of a word, Miss Carnegie." Carmichael was not a man to take offence till his pride was roused.

"Very likely my drover was a true blue Presbyterian, and his minister as genuine a cateran as himself.
"Years ago I made the acquaintance of an old Highland minister called MacTavish, and he sometimes stays with me on his way north in the spring.