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The warper did not for a moment take his eyes off a contrivance with pirns in it that was climbing up and down the whirring mill. "She's dead," he answered. "She's dying," said the smith. A thread broke, and Aaron had to rise to mend it. "Stop the mill and listen," Auchterlonie begged him, but the warper returned to his seat and the mill again revolved.
The smith had often denounced this woman, but he never said a word against her again. He stood long reflecting, and then took the letter to Blinder and read it to him. "She doesna say, 'Oh, Aaron Latta, do you mind the Cuttle Well?" was the blind man's first comment. "She was thinking about it," said Auchterlonie. "Ay, and he's thinking about it," said Blinder, "night and day, night and day.
Oh, Aaron, you could lift me so pitiful easy now." Another thread broke and the warper rose with sudden fury. "Now that you've eased your conscience, smith," he said, fiercely, "make your feet your friend." "I'll do so," Auchterlonie answered, laying the letter on the webs, "but I leave this ahint me." "Wap it in the fire."
The strange words in which the warper described his fall had always an uncomfortable effect on those who heard him use them, and Auchterlonie could only answer in distress, "Maybe that's what it is." "That's what it is. I have had twal lang years sitting on this box to think it out. I blame none but mysel'." "Then you'll have pity on Jean in her sair need," said the smith.
Between leaving Bury and going to Ganton I had three weeks of good golf at Pau, in the south of France, the great and unexpected honour being paid me of an invitation to form one of a small party of professionals for whom a series of matches and competitions had been arranged there. Taylor, Herd, Archie Simpson, Willie Auchterlonie, and Lloyd, the local professional, were the others.
It fell flat, however, before the ten-o'clock bell rang, when three of the Auchterlonie children, each pulling the others back that he might arrive first, announced that Aaron had put on his corduroys again, and was back at the mill. "That settles it," was everyone's good-night to Blinder, but he only answered thoughtfully, "There's a fierce fight going on, my billies."
His calmness gave him a kind of dignity. "Did I ever say you was a shamed man, Aaron?" "Am I not?" the warper asked quietly; and Auchterlonie hung his head. Aaron continued, still turning the handle, "You're truthful, and you canna deny it. Nor will you deny that I shamed you and every other mother's son that night.
Dite shuddered. "Man," he said, "does that letter no bring Double Dykes back terrible vive again! If we was to see him climbing the cemetery dyke the now, and coming stepping down the fields in his moleskin waistcoat wi' the pearl buttons " Auchterlonie stopped him with a nervous gesture.
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