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"Yes, the Prince's hair--his wedding present to Sheena Macpherson." Kate kissed it fervently, and passed it to Janet, who placed it carefully in the box, while the General made believe to laugh.
"Your mother wore the brooch on great occasions, and you will do the same, Kit, for auld lang syne.

There are two or three families left in Perthshire that will like to see it on your breast." "Yes, and there will maybe be more than two or three that will like to see the lady that wears it." This from Janet.
"Your compliments are a little late, and you may keep them to yourself, Janet; it would have been kinder to tell me.

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." "Tell you what ?" And the General looked very provoking.
"I hate to be beaten." Kate first looked angry, and then laughed.
"What else is there to see ?" "There is the gallery, which is the one feature in our poor house, and we will try to reach it from the Duke's hiding-place, for it was a cleverly designed hole, and had its stair up as well as down." And then they all came out into one of the strangest rooms you could find in Scotland, and one that left a pleasant picture in their minds who had seen it lit of a winter night, and the wood burning on the hearth, and Kate dancing a reel with Lord Hay or some other brisk young man, while the General looked on from one of the deep window recesses.
The gallery extended over the hall and Kate's drawing-room, and measured fifty feet long from end to end.