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 for a moment. And then with his voice low and quivering with a storm of emotion he said,

"The curse of God upon you—the God of your fathers! Your fathers in far-off Scotland's hills, who would have suffered their tongues torn from their heads and their skin stripped inch by inch from their flesh sooner than betray one of their clan in distress. You have betrayed a thousand of your own men, and you, their sworn chieftain! Hell was made to consume such leper trash!"

McLeod was dazed at first by this outburst. At length he sprang to his feet livid with rage.

"I'll not forget this, sir!" he hissed.

"Don't forget it!" cried the Preacher trembling with passion as he opened the door. "Go on and live your lie."