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( 9) promised to be more careful in future, and accord- ingly in passing the next stream allowed his skirts to hang down and float upon the water. ‘Your enemies, said Kingsborough, ‘call you a Pretender; but if you are, I can tell you, you are the worst of your sort I ever saw!’ After having continued with him for some con- siderable time, Miss Macdonald considered Charles fairly safe and bade him farewell. It is said that Charles held her hand in his, but the words would not find their way through the husky passage of his throat and that tears rushed to his eyes. No formal phrases passed his lips, but he bent down and kissed her twice on the forehead, and then, as he stepped into the boat which was to take him away, he turned and said, ‘For all that has happened, madam, we shall meet in St. James’s yet.’ The hope was not fulfilled, and they never met again. The boat pushed off from the shore, Flora watching its flight from a rock. Within a few days she was arrested and sent to prison in London, but at the intercession of Frederick, Prince of Wales, she was soon released. She afterwards married her kinsman, Alexander Macdonald, Kings- borough’s son, to whom she bore several children. She died at the age of seventy at her home in the Island of Skye, leaving to posterity a name which will ever be reverenced for courage, fidelity, and honour