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His countenance was perfectly wofu', and he was wringing his hands like a body dementit. "'Preserve us, Mr Swanston! says I, 'what's the matter wi' ye? has onything happened? "'Oh! happened! said he; 'I'm a ruined man! I wish that I had never been born! that I had never drawn breath in this world o' villany! I believe I'll do some ill to mysel'.
But now it wroucht and warstl't like a thing dementit. There never was the solan made that wroucht as that solan wroucht; and it seemed to understand its employ brawly, birzing the saft rope between the neb of it and a crunkled jag o' stane. There gaed a cauld stend o' fear into Tam's heart. "This thing is nae bird," thinks he. His een turnt backward in his heid and the day gaed black aboot him.
Just the ae keek it gied, and back to the rope. But now it wroucht and warstl't like a thing dementit. There never was the solan made that wroucht as that solan wroucht; and it seemed to understand its employ brawly, birzing the saft rope between the neb of it and a crunkled jag o' stane. There gaed a cauld stend o' fear into Tam's heart. "This thing is nae bird," thinks he.
It was the wund o' the Lord's anger an' a' that nicht we focht like men dementit, and the neist that we kenned we were ashore in Loch Uskevagh, an' the cocks were crawin' in Benbecula." "It will have been a merman," Rorie said. "A merman!" screamed my uncle with immeasurable scorn. "Auld wives' clavers! There's nae sic things as mermen." "But what was the creature like?" I asked.
"No, mem 'cep' by sicht o' ee; he hasna been lang aboot the toon. Some fowk sae he's dementit; but he's unco quaiet, speyks to nobody, an' gien onybody speyk to him, jist rims. Cud he be kennin' you, no? Ye 're a stranger here, mem." "No sic a stranger, John!" returned Miss Horn, calling the man by his name, for she recognized him as the beadle of the parish church. "What 's the body like?"
'Lassie, are ye dementit? her mother almost screamed. 'We're this minute come frae there! 'He is wi' Phemy, mother. The Lord canna surely hae pairtit them, gangin in maist haudin hans! 'Kirsty, I haud ye accoontable for my Steenie! cried Marion, sinking on a chair, and covering her face with her hands.
But now it wroucht and warstl't like a thing dementit. There never was the solan made that wroucht as that solan wroucht; and it seemed to understand it's employ brawly, birzing the saft rope between the neb of it and a crunkled jag o' stane. There gaed a cauld stend o' fear into Tam's heart. "This thing is nae bird," thinks he. His een turnt backward in his heid and the day gaed black about him.
That my father had a lass-bairn o' 's ain shawed mair nor onything the trust your father pat in 'im! Francie, the verra grave wud cast me oot for shame 'at I sud ance hae thoucht o' sic a thing! Man, it wud maist drive yer leddy-mither dementit! 'It's my business' Kirsty, wha I merry! 'And I houp yer grace 'll alloo it's pairt my business wha ye sail not merry and that's me, Francie!
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