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Updated: June 20, 2025
His smile, his voice, his face, his showy dress and hectoring manner, all fed in Liot's heart that bitter hatred which springs from a sense of being personally held in contempt; he felt, also, that even among his fellow-townsmen he was belittled and injured by this plausible, handsome stranger.
Your plans seem all so chosen that your foes may have the greatest chance to slay you. Are we to leave you in Liot's place?" "I asked if you would follow me." "You know the answer to that already. But why trouble with Liot's carcass? Surely it were easier to slay him where he lies." "I like not a midnight murder, and Liot and I have not yet decided who is the better man.
And once, when he found an old fisherman reciting "Ossian" to David, he fell into such anger as terrified every one. Indeed, he said words at that hour which would have made much trouble and ill-will if the minister had not justified them and called Liot's anger a "righteous one." And in those days there was absolutely no literature for the people.
Impatient of such talk at first, Liot finally took it into some consideration; but it always ended in one way: he cast his eyes to that lonely croft where Karen slept, and remembered words she had once spoken: "In a little while I shall go away, Liot, and people will say, 'She is in her grave'; but I shall not be there." That was exactly Liot's feeling Karen was not there.
Matilda mocked them as they did so with output tongue and scornful laughs; but no one interfered until the minister said: "Mistress Sabiston, you must now hold your peace forever." "I will not. I will " "It is your word against Liot's, and your word is not believed."
These things roused in Liot's soul hatred implacable and unmerciful and thirsty for the stream of life. Yet he kept himself well in hand, saying little to Karen but those things usually whispered to beloved women who are weeping, and at the end of them this entreaty: "Listen, dear heart of mine!
He knew that if it came to fighting he would be like a child in Liot's big hands, and he had already seen Liot's scornful silence strip his boasting naked. So he contented himself with the revenge of the coward the shrug and the innuendo, the straight up-and-down lie, when Liot was absent; the sulky nod or bantering remark, according to his humor, when Liot was present.
Karen withered in their presence, and Liot's denser soul would eventually have become sick with the same influence. It was, therefore, no calamity that spared their love such a tragic trial, and if Liot had been a man of clearer perceptions he would have understood that it was not in anger, but in mercy to both of them, that Karen had been removed to paradise.
For a few minutes he hesitated; he was well aware that the foot-path across the moor was a dangerous one, but he was anxious to leave Lerwick with that tide, and he risked it. These facts flashed across Liot's mind with the force of truth, and he never doubted them.
As the months wore on Liot's position became more and more painful and humiliating, and he had hard work to keep his hands off Bele when they met on the pier or in the narrow streets of the town.
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