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"Aih! but she was a patient cratur wi' a' flesh," persisted Mrs Mellis, as if she would not willingly be foiled in the attempt to extort for the dead some syllable of acknowledgment from the lips of her late companion. "'Deed she was that! a wheen ower patient wi' some. But that cam' o' haein mair hert nor brains. She had feelin's gien ye like and to spare. But I never took ower ony o' the stock.
'I've a sair, sair hert. I've a sair hert i' my breist, O Lord! thoo knowest. My ain Anerew! To think o' my bairnie that I cairriet i' my ain body, that sookit my breists, and leuch i' my face to think o' 'im bein' a reprobate! O Lord! cudna he be eleckit yet? Is there nae turnin' o' thy decrees? Na, na; that wadna do at a'. But while there's life there's houp.
"It's an elrische kin o' a thing to wauk up i' the mirk mids, wi' a deid corp aside ye! No 'at even yet I gie her up for deid! but I canna help feelin some eerie like no to say fleyt! Bide, man, and see the nicht oot wi' 's, and gie yer mither and me some hert o' grace." James had little inclination to add another to the party, and began to murmur something about his housekeeper.
It's no richt tae interfere wi' another's sorrow, an' it wad be an awfu' sin tae misca' a young lassie. We maun juist houp that Flora 'll sune come back, for if she disna Lachlan 'ill no be lang wi's. He's sayin' naethin', and a' respeck him for't; but onybody can see that his hert is breakin'." We were helpless till Marget Howe met Lachlan in the shop and read his sorrow at a glance.
I houpe ye thankit them, or ye left, for their muckle kindness to ye. The boys were silent. 'Didna ye thank them? 'No, grannie; I dinna think 'at we did. 'Weel, that was ill-faured o' ye. Eh! but the hert is deceitfu' aboon a' thing, and desperately wicked. Who can know it? Come awa'. Come awa'. Robert, festen the door.
"Man!" exclaimed the stonemason, rising to his full height with slow labour after the day's toil, "it wad be cruel to gar him repent. It wad be ower sair upon him. Better kill him. The bitterness o' sic repentance wad be ower terrible. It wad be mair nor he cud bide. It wad brak his hert a'thegither.�-Na, na, he has nae chance."
I'll coom when I can get awa'. Ye s'ould go on the first train that leaves." "Yes, I unnerstan'. I'll go now." "Wait a bit! Keep up your courage, Ralph. Ye've done a braw thing, an' ye're through the worst o' it; but ye'll find a hard path yet, an' ye'll need a stout hert.
Robert, my man, be a guid lad, an' serve the Lord wi' a' yer hert, an' sowl, an' stren'th, an' min'; for gin ye gang wrang, yer ain father 'll hae to beir naebody kens hoo muckle o' the wyte o' 't, for he's dune naething to bring ye up i' the way ye suld gang, an' haud ye oot o' the ill gait. For the sake o' yer puir father, haud ye to the richt road.
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