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The country smelt of blood; reeked of it. For miles and miles round Inverness, where the search for fugitives was hottest, burnt hovels and blackened walls made blots upon the tardy green of spring. Women went about, white-faced and silent, trying to keep from their eyes the self-betraying consciousness of hidden terrors; each striving to forget the peat-stack on the moor where some hunted creature was lying, the scrub in the hollow that sheltered some wounded body, the cranny in the hill to whi
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― Flemington
― Flemington
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I felt devoutly thankful for the honour of the highland name that, in the hour of victory, these fierce looking warriors had shown a moderation which, alas! was far from being copied by the other side when the tide turned.
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