Bob, son of Battle . CHAPTER IX RIVALS ADAM never forgave his son. After the scene Oilthe evening of the funeral there could be no alter-native but war for all time. The little man had attemptedto humble himself, and been rejected; and the bitternessDf defeat, when he had deserved victory, rankled like apoisoned barb in his bosom. Yet the heat of his indignation was directed not againstDavid, but against the Master of Kenmuir. To theinfluence and agency of James Moore he attributed hisdiscomfiture, and bore himself accordingly. In publicor in private, in tap-room or market, he never wearied of
Bob, son of Battle . CHAPTER IX RIVALS ADAM never forgave his son. After the scene Oilthe evening of the funeral there could be no alter-native but war for all time. The little man had attemptedto humble himself, and been rejected; and the bitternessDf defeat, when he had deserved victory, rankled like apoisoned barb in his bosom. Yet the heat of his indignation was directed not againstDavid, but against the Master of Kenmuir. To theinfluence and agency of James Moore he attributed hisdiscomfiture, and bore himself accordingly. In publicor in private, in tap-room or market, he never wearied ofabusing his enemy. Feel the loss o his wife, dye say? he would , as muckle as I feel the loss o my hair. JamesMoore can feel naethin, I tell ye, except, aiblins, amischance to his meeserable dog. When the two met, as they often must, it was always 83 84 RIVALS M*Adams endeavour to betray his enemy into an unworthyexpression of feeling. But James Moore, sorely tried ashe often was, never gave way. He met the lit
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