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Updated: June 9, 2025
Tibbie's cottage did not fall, and those who entered, the next day, found her body lying in the wet bed, its face still shining with the reflex of the light which broke upon her spirit as the windows were opened for it to pass. "See sees noo," said Thomas Crann to James Johnstone, as they walked together at her funeral. "The Lord sent that spate to wash the scales frae her een."
Mrs Bruce cried a little. Robert would have set out at once to see Margaret Anderson, but there was no possibility of crossing the Wan Water. Fortunately for Thomas Crann, James Johnstone, who had reached the bridge just before the alarm arose, sped to the nearest side, which was that away from Glamerton.
There was a suggestion of inquiry in the younger man's tone. "'Pears not they sent it hyar fur the percise purpose ter be paid out!" the specious Crann replied. "Then it belongs ter the miners." "They hedn't yearned it an' ef some o' them hed they warn't thar ter receive it, bein' out on a strike.
"Whenst ye fust spoke o' digging" said Kinnicutt, interrupting a lengthening account of the bear's mental and moral graces, "I 'lowed ez ye mought be sayin' ez they air layin' off ter work agin in the Tanglefoot Mine." Ozias Crann lifted a scornful chin.
"Tam Crann never sets ee upo' me, but he misca's me, an' I dinna like to be misca'd, mair nor ither fowk." "Ye get nae mair nor ye deserve, I doobt," returned George. "Here, tak the chisel, and cut that beadin' into len'ths." "I'm gaein' ower the water to speir efter Alec," was the excusatory rejoinder. "Ay, ay! pot and pan! What ails Alec noo?" "Mr Malison's nearhan' killed him.
With his sensibilities all jarred by the perfidious insinuation of Ozias Crann, and his jealousy all on the alert, he noted and resented the fact that at first her attention had come back reluctantly to him, and that he, standing before her, had been for a moment a less definitely realized presence than the thought in her mind this thought had naught to do with him, and of that he was sure.
How I wish," Ozias Crann broke off fervently, "how I wish I could jes' git my hands on that money once!" He held out his hands, long and sinewy, and opened and shut them very fast. "Why, that would be stealin'!" exclaimed Kinnicutt with repulsion. "How so? 't ain't his'n now, sure he war jes' the agent ter pay it out," argued Crann, volubly. "It belongs ter the mine owners, then the company."
"Weel, that's a vertue. The Saviour himsel' garred them gaither up the fragments." "Nae doobt. But I'm feared Bruce wad hae coontit the waste by hoo mony o' the baskets gaed by his door. I'm surprised at ye, Mr Crann, tryin' to defen' sic a meeserable crater, jist 'cause he gangs to your kirk." "Weel, he is a meeserable crater, and I canna bide him.
Thomas came up, pale and limping a little. "That's no Thomas Crann?" repeated Tibbie, before he had time to address her. "What for no, Tibbie?" returned Thomas. "'Cause I canna hear yer breath, Thamas." "That's a sign that I hae the mair o' 't, Tibbie.
"Weel, that wasna a'. I got mair that day than I thocht ever to get. Annie, I think what Thomas Crann used to say maun be true. Annie, I think a body may some day get a kin' o' a sicht o' the face o' God.�-I was sae dooncast, whan I saw mysel' left ahin', that I sat doon upon a rock and glowered at naething.
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