Austin could scarcely credit his senses when he beheld him. Courtlaw—Lady Mackinnor. If nothing else had clinched that, the purse had. Andrew's Church, his pursuers had gained the bridge, and the attention of such passengers as crowded the streets was attracted towards him by their vociferations. He went over his interview with her again, their conversation at dinner-time. ‘But this is not to my blame, grandpére.
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