And do not think
me unworthy to be called your father's widow, and
your mother, because I speak thus; for God knoweth,
that, man to man, I would peril thee against
the best in Breadalbane, and broad Lorn besides.''
``I assure you, my dearest mother,'' replied
Hamish, ``that I am in no danger. But have you
seen MacPhadraick, mother, and what has he said
to you on my account?''
``Silver he left me in plenty, Hamish; but the
best of his comfort was, that you were well, and
would see me soon. But beware of MacPhadraick,
my son; for when he called himself the friend of
your father, he better loved the most worthless
stirk in his herd, than he did the life-blood of MacTavish
Mhor. Use his services, therefore, and pay
him for them---for it is thus we should deal with
the unworthy; but take my counsel, and trust him
not.''
Hamish could not suppress a sigh, which seemed
to Elspat to intimate that the caution came too
late. ``What have you done with him?'' she
continued, eager and alarmed. ``I had money of
him, and he gives not that without value---he is
none of those who exchange barley for chaff. Oh,
if you repent you of your bargain, and if it be one
which you may break off without disgrace to your
truth or your manhood, take back his silver, and
trust not to his fair words.
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