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Mr Cupples, having made a translation of the inscription, took it to Thomas Crann. "Do ye min' what Bruce read that nicht ye saw him tak' something oot o' the beuk?" he asked as he entered. "Ay, weel that. He began wi' the twenty-third psalm, and gaed on to the neist." "Weel, read that. I faun' 't on a blank leaf o' the buik."
"Weel," he would return with a smile, "gang to yer frien' Thamas Crann, and he'll gie ye something a hantle better. That's ane o' the maist extrornar men I ever made acquantance wi'. He'll gie ye divine philosophy�-a dooms sicht better nor mine. But, eh! he's saft for a' that." Annie would have got more good from these readings than either of them.
He tried to shout, but nothing was heard beyond a crow like that of a hoarse chicken. Alec started off to meet him, but just as he reached him his crutch broke in the earth, and he fell and lay unable to speak a word. With slow and ponderous arrival, Thomas Crann came up. "Annie Anderson!" panted out Truffey at length. "What aboot her?" said both in alarm.
She could not recall what she had seen, or how she had known it; but the conviction remained that she had seen his face, and that it was infinitely beautiful. "He has been wi' me a' the time, my God! He gied me my father, and sent Broonie to tak' care o' me, and Dooie, and Thomas Crann, and Mrs Forbes, and Alec. And he sent the cat whan I gaed till him aboot the rottans.
"I disremember now ef it war in the knee or the thigh," Swofford interposed, heavily pondering. Kinnicutt's brow contracted angrily, and Crann broke into open wrath: "an' I ain't carin', ye fool what d' ye interrupt fur like that?" "Wall," protested Swofford, indignantly, "ye said 'ye know' an' I didn't know." "An' I ain't carin' the main p'int war that he could neither ride nor walk.
Nobody knew how much he gave away in other directions; but they judged of his means by the amount he was in the habit of putting into the plate at the chapel-door every Sunday. There was never much of the silvery shine to be seen in the heap of copper, but one of the gleaming sixpences was almost sure to have dropped from the hand of Thomas Crann.
He had turned listlessly away, evidently meditating departure, his hand on his horse's mane, one foot in the stirrup. "Ye know that gal named Loralindy Byars?" Crann said craftily. Kinnicutt paused abruptly. Then as the schemer remained silent he demanded, frowning darkly, "What's Loralindy Byars got ter do with it?" "Mighty nigh all!" Crann exclaimed, triumphantly.
"Weel, but," rejoined Macwha, anxious to turn the current of the conversation, which he found unpleasantly personal, "jist tell me honestly, Thamas Crann, do ye believe, wi' a' yer heart an' sowl, that the deid man Gude be wi' him! "No prayin' for the deid i' my hearin', George! As the tree falleth, so it shall lie." "Weel! weel! I didna mean onything." "That I verily believe. Ye seldom do!"
But Mrs Forbes would not even take charge of the money-�partly from the pride of beneficence, partly from the fear of involving it in her own straits. So that Annie, having provided herself with a few necessaries, felt free to spend the rest as she would. How she longed for Tibbie Dyster! But not having her, she went to Thomas Crann, and offered the money to him. "'Deed no, lassie!
With the world of men around him, he was equally conversant. He knew the characters of the simple people wonderfully well; and took to Thomas Crann more than to any one else, notwithstanding that Thomas would read him a long lecture sometimes.
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