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"Eh, lad, and that's easy sayin'," cried Kirstie, "but it's nane sae easy doin'! Man, do ye no comprehend that it's God's wull we should be blendit and glamoured, and have nae command over our ain members at a time like that? My bairn," she cried, still holding his hand, "think o' the puir lass! have pity upon her, Erchie! and O, be wise for twa! Think o' the risk she rins!
Hae patience they telled me aye that was the owercome o' life hae patience, there's a braw day coming yet. Gude kens it never cam' to me; and here I am, wi' nayther man nor bairn to ca' my ain, wearying a' folks wi' my ill tongue, and you just the first, Mr. Erchie!" "I have a difficulty in knowing what you mean," said Archie. "Weel, and I'll tell ye," she said. "It's just this, that I'm feared.
Mind, Maister Erchie dear, that this life's a' disappointment, and a mouthfu' o' mools is the appointed end." "Ay, but Kirstie, my woman, you're asking me ower much at last," said Archie, profoundly moved, and lapsing into the broad Scots. "Ye're asking what nae man can grant ye, what only the Lord of heaven can grant ye if He see fit. Ay! And can even He!
I'll tell you what it is, mamma, there's a tex' borne in upon me: It were better for that man if a milestone were bound upon his back and him flung into the deepestmost pairts of the sea." "O my lamb, ye must never say the like of that!" she cried. "Ye're to honour faither and mother, dear, that your days may be long in the land. It's Atheists that cry out against him French Atheists, Erchie!
Perhaps none but Archie knew she could be eloquent; perhaps none but he had seen her her colour raised, her hands clasped or quivering glow with gentle ardour. On such days, upon the sudden view of it, her hand would tighten on the child's fingers, her voice rise like a song. "And O, Erchie, are nae these like the hills of Naphtali?" and her tears would flow.
Weir; she wept and prayed over the infant backslider until my lord was due from Court, and she must resume that air of tremulous composure with which she always greeted him. The judge was that day in an observant mood, and remarked upon the absent teeth. "I am afraid Erchie will have been fechting with some of thae blagyard lads," said Mrs. Weir.
"O, my dear, that'll no dae!" said Kirstie. "It's ill to blend the eyes of love. O, Mr. Erchie, tak a thocht ere it's ower late. Ye shouldna be impatient o' the braws o' life, they'll a' come in their saison, like the sun and the rain. Ye're young yet; ye've mony cantie years afore ye. See and dinna wreck yersel' at the outset like sae mony ithers!
Something it might be in the comparative disorder of her dress, it might be the emotion that now welled in her bosom had touched her with a wand of transformation, and she seemed young with the youth of goddesses. "Mr. Erchie," she began, "what's this that's come to ye?" "I am not aware of anything that has come," said Archie, and blushed, and repented bitterly that he had let her in.
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