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Mysel', I think it's been
fair over-rated. It's unnatural an' oot o' the common, say what ye
like."
"Of course it is," agreed Lorimer, who just then sauntered in from his
cabin. "Nature _is_ most unnatural. I always thought so. Tea for me,
Phil, please; coffee wakes me up too suddenly. I say, what's the
programme to-day?"
"Fishing in the Alten," answered Errington promptly.
"That suits me perfectly," said Lorimer, as he leisurely sipped his tea.
"I'm an excellent fisher. I hold the line and generally forget to bait
it. Then,--while it trails harmlessly in the water, I doze; thus both
the fish and I are happy."
"And this evening," went on Errington, "we must return the minister's
call. He's been to the yacht twice. We're bound to go out of common
politeness."
"Spare us, good Lord!" groaned Lorimer.
"What a delightfully fat man is that good religious!" cried Duprez. "A
living proof of the healthiness of Norway!"
"He's not a native," put in Macfarlane; "he's frae Yorkshire.


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