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A narrow street with dreadful &quot;wynds&quot; and &quot;vennels&quot; running back from it was the High street of Glasgow at the time my story opens. And yet, though dirty, noisy and overcrowded with sin and suffering, a flavor of old time royalty and romance lingered amid its vulgar surroundings; and midway of its squalid length a quaint brown frontage kept behind it noble halls of learning, and pleasant old courts full of the &quot;air of still delightful studies.&quot;<br>From this building came out two young men in academic costume. One of them set his face dourly against the clammy fog and drizzling rain, breathing it boldly, as if it was the balmiest oxygen; the other, shuddering, drew his scarlet toga around him and said, mournfully, &quot;Ech, Davie, the High street is an ill furlong on the de&#39;il&#39;s road! I never tread it, but I think o&#39; the weary, weary miles atween it and Eden.&quot;<br><br>&quot;There is no road without its bad league, Willie, and the High street has its compensations;....

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