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Updated: June 26, 2025
Now there was a lass on the rock, and I think she had little to do, for it was nae place far decent weemen; but it seems she was bonny, and her and Tam Dale were very well agreed. It befell that Peden was in the gairden his lane at the praying when Tam and the lass cam by; and what should the lassie do but mock with laughter at the sant's devotions?
"Ye'll mak' a braw mistress o' the manse, Mistress Ralph Peden!" she said, nodding her head after each proper name. Winsome stamped her little foot in real anger now, and crumpling the paper in her hand she threw it indignantly on the floor.
The Cuif put his hands in his pockets as if to keep them away from the dangerous temptation of touching Meg. He stood with his shoulder against the wall and chewed a straw. "What's come o' Maister Peden thae days?" asked Meg. "He's maist michty unsettled like," replied Saunders, "he's for a' the world like a stirk wi' a horse cleg on him that he canna get at.
As Ralph Peden came along the dusty Cairn Edward road from the coach which had set him down there on its way to the Ferry town, he paused to rest in the evening light at the head of the Long Wood of Larbrax.
I thank you for all the kindness you have shown to me, and I bid you, with true affection and respect, farewell!" So, without wailing even to go up-stairs for anything belonging to him, and with no further word on either side, Ralph Peden stepped into the clear, sobering midnight, the chill air meeting him like a wall. The stars had come out and were shining frosty-clear, though it was June.
After he had gone out, the Reverend Gilbert Peden took his Bible and read the parable of the prodigal son. He closed the great book, which ever lay open before him, and said, as one who both accuses and excuses himself: "But the prodigal son was not under trials for license in the kirk of the Marrow!" At the door, John Bairdieson, his hair more than ever on end, met Ralph. He held up his hands.
It was reported that she made an excellent nurse. IT was growing slowly dusk again when Ralph Peden returned from visiting Craig Ronald along the shore road to the Dullarg and its manse. He walked briskly, as one who has good news. Sometimes he whistled to himself breaking off short with a quick smile at some recollection. Once he stopped and laughed aloud.
And the lady confessed in my hearing that a drow of anxiety had come ower her for her son that she had left at hame weak of a decay* And what wad he hae said of me if I had ceased to think of the gude cause for a castaway a It kills me to think of what she is!" * See Life of Peden, p. 14. "But the life of your child, goodman think of that if her life could be saved," said Middleburgh.
Peden indicated by a lifting of the eyebrows, a slight movement of the head toward the door, that Morgan was to improve this moment by making a quiet and expeditious get-away. Morgan needed no urging, being quite willing to allow matters to rest where they stood.
"Ralph Peden," said the minister, "since I came here, eighteen years ago, not a mouse has crept out of Craig Ronald but I have made it my business to know it. I am no spy, and yet I need not to be told what happened yesterday or to-day." "Then, sir, you know that I have no need to be ashamed." "I have much to say to you, Ralph, which I desire to say by no means in anger.
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