THE MAN FROM GLENGARRY
fellow, from under the heap, that he took me unawares."
"That's so," assented Yankee. "Blamed low-down trick."
"And, oh, I will be praying God to give me strength just to meet him ! I will ask no more. But," he added, in bitter despair, "there is no use for me to pray. Strength will come to me no more."
"Well," said Yankee, brightly, "needn't worry about that varmint. He ain't worth it, anyhow." "Aye, he is not worth it, indeed, and that is the man who has brought me to this." That was the bitter part to Macdonald Dubh. A man he despised had beaten him.
"Now look here," said Yankee, "course I ain't much good at this, but if you will just quit worryin', I'll undertake to settle this little account with Mr. LeNware."
"And what good would that be to me?" said Macdonald Dubh. "It is myself that wants to meet him." It was not so much the destruction of LeNoir that he desired as that he should have the destroying of him. While he cherished this feeling in his heart, it was not strange that the minister in his visits found Black Hugh unapproachable, and concluded that he was in a state of settled "hardness of heart." His wife knew better, but even she dared not approach Macdonald Dubh on that subject, which had not been mentioned between them since the morning he had opened his heart to her. The dark, haggard, gloomy face haunted her. She longed to help him to peace.
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