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Ye dinna seem to think it possible she sud tak his wull raither nor yours! that the love o' Christ should constrain her ayont the love offert her by Jeames Bletherwick! We hae conversed aboot ye, sir, but niver differt!" "But allowing us you and me to be of different opinions on some points, must that be a reason why she and I should not love one another?"
"Then, for mysel, and i' the name o' my father, I tell ye, Maister Bletherwick, I dinna care to see ye again." "Do you mean what you say, Margaret?" rejoined the minister, in a voice that betrayed not a little genuine emotion. "I do mean it," she answered. "Not if I tell you that I am both ready and willing to take the child and bring him up as my own?" "He wouldna be yer ain!"
Usually ruddy with health, and calm with content, it was now blotted with pallid shades, and seemed, as he held the door-handle without a word of welcome, that of one aware of something unseen behind him. "What ails ye, Mr. Bletherwick?" asked the soutar, in a voice that faltered with sympathetic anxiety. "Surely I houp there's naething come ower the mistress!" "Na, I thank ye; she's vera weel.
"And I would say to you, sir, 'No gien he bena willin," answered Isy, and ran from the room. "Weel, what think ye o' the lass by this time, Mr. Bletherwick?" said the soutar, with a flash in his eye. "I think jist what I thoucht afore," answered Peter: "she's ane amo' a million!" "I'm no that sure aboot the proportion!" returned MacLear.
"Daur ye to speyk that gait aboot yer ain son ay, and mine the mair gien ye disown him, Peter Bletherwick! and the Lord's ain ordeent minister forbye!" cried Marion, driven almost to her wits' end, but more by the persistent haunting of her own suspicion, which she could not repress, than the terror of her husband's threat.
"Quite as much as yours!" "Hardly," she returned, with a curious little laugh. "But, as I daur say my father tellt ye, I canna believe ye lo'e God wi' a' yer hert." "Dare you say that for yourself, Margaret?" "No; but I do want to love God wi' my whole hert. Mr. Bletherwick, are ye a rael Christian? Or are ye sure ye're no a hypocreet? I wad like to ken. But I dinna believe ye ken yersel!"
"Tak tent what ye say, or mint at sayin, to persuaud him: Isy 'ill be upo ye!" said the soutar laughing. " But hearken to me, Mr. Bletherwick, and sayna a word to the minister aboot the bairnie." "Na, na; it'll be best to lat him fin' that oot for himsel. And noo I maun be gaein, for I hae my wallet fu'!" He strode to the door, holding his head high, and with never a word more, went out.
Bletherwick, wull ye please tell's what the Lord has putten it intil yer min' to say?" The soutar sat down; and James got up, white and trembling. For a moment or two he was unable to speak, but overcoming his emotion, and falling at once into the old Scots tongue, he said
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