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..., but Angus wis skillt an he pusht intae the bay safely. ‘Mary,’ he cried, ‘Mary, where are ye!? Ah’ve come tae get ye hame fae this weather!’ He staggert ower the hillock in the middle o the island, drookit an wild wi the storm. Hingin ontae a tree, glistenin an sleek wi the wet, he keeked ower the hill tae the rocks oan the east side. There she wis: staunin, waist high, in the watter in her wee ...

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