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theless, my spirits had gone up with a 

 bound. Even if I lost the whustler, it 

 was now certain that I should have 

 nothing to be ashamed of in the morning. 

 Besides, the squall had gone as suddenly 

 as it had come. A swell as if of the sea 

 was swishing on the shore ; but there was 

 not so much as a pufF of air, and behind 

 a vast mass of blackness which I took to 

 be a shoulder of Ben Ledi there was a 

 slowly -rising radiance not unlike the 

 glow that a far -off fire sends upwards to 

 the clouds of London. Soon the source 

 of the majestic illumination appeared 

 above the high horizon. She was 

 covered and uncovered as the wrack 

 floated over her face ; but she was a 

 welcome visitor, tempting to gaiety. 



" Methinks the moon frowns with a 

 watery look," said I, inaccurately en- 

 deavouring to recall a snatch of appropri- 

 ate poesy. 



"For Goadsake, sir, dinna' sweer — at 

 this time o' nicht and in a graveyaird ! " 



" A graveyard ? " 



