Only Hob, and that was the eldest, hunkered at the doorsill where the blood had rin, fyled his hand wi' it and haddit it up to Heeven in the way o' the auld Border aith. `Hell shall have her ain again this nicht! he raired, and rode forth upon his earrand." It was three miles to Broken Dykes, down hill, and a sore road.
Only Hob, and that was the eldest, hunkered at the door-sill where the blood had rin, fyled his hand wi' it, and haddit it up to Heeven in the way o' the auld Border aith. 'Hell shall have her ain again this nicht! he raired, and rode forth upon his earrand." It was three miles to Broken Dykes, down hill, and a sore road.
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