DIARY OF A PILGRIMAGE.
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on the stairs yesterday. I am sure they look harmless enough."
"Well, I don't know," I reply. "We are all by ourselves, you know. Nearly everyone in the village is at the theatre. I wish we had got a dog."
B. reassures me, however, and I continue:
"Themselves mere peasants," I repeat, "they represent some of the greatest figures in the world's history with as simple a dignity and as grand a bearing as could ever have been expected from the originals themselves. There must be a natural inborn nobility in the character of these highlanders. They could never assume or act that manner au grand seigneur with which they imbue their parts.
"The only character poorly played was that of Judas.