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Updated: June 21, 2025
"You'll go get dinner, Onnie Killelia," said Rawling. "Master San is tired, Bill and Ling are coming and look there!" The faithful were marching Percival down the road to the valley-mouth in the green dusk. He walked between Jansen and Bill, a dozen men behind, and a flying scud of boys before. "An' Robbie's not hurt," said Miss Cameron, "an' San ain't, neither; so don't you worry, Onnie.
"You know it's the custom in the dale for a friend of the family to attend to these offices." "Yes; but Robbie Anderson of all men!" "You may depend upon him," said Ralph. "This is the first time I've heard that he can depend upon himself, said Willy. "True true but I'm satisfied about Robbie. No, you need fear nothing. Robbie's a changed man, I think."
"You come down, Jessie, I want to ask you something. I'll throw you Robbie's stockings." "Come back here, the rude boy that you are," said Jessie, crossly, "and bring me that candle." There was no reply. Hughie was standing, pale and shaking, in the dining-room, listening intently for Jessie's step. Would she go into his room, or would she come down? Every moment increased the agony of his fear.
A graver result than any that Mattha dreamt of hung at this moment on Robbie's insensibility, and when consciousness returned the catastrophe had fallen. As Rotha left the weaver's cottage she found Liza in the porch. "I'm just laughing at the new preachers," she said huskily. She was turning her head aside slyly to brush the tears from her eyes into a shawl which was over her head.
Robbie's by which I do not so much mean that there were few people, for the rooms were crowded, as that there was very little attempted to entertain them.
The commotion reached its climax when the doors of the old hall were seen to open and a company of soldiers and civilians passed out. It was a guard for the prisoner, who was being taken to the common gaol to await his trial. A dull, aching, oppressive pain lay at Robbie's heart. He climbed on to the cross and looked over the people's heads at the little company. The prisoner was Ralph Ray.
Hughie hesitated a moment, and then turned from her, and going into his room, banged the door in her face, and Jessie, not knowing what to make of it all, went slowly downstairs again, forgetting once more Robbie's stockings. "The old cat!" said Hughie to himself. "She just stopped me. I was going to put it back."
It was less than an hour later when Rotha, having got through her immediate duties, was hastening with all speed to Mattha Brander's cottage. In her hand, tightly grasped beneath her cloak, was a bunch of keys, and on her lips were the words of the woman's evidence and of Robbie's delirium. "It was fifty yards to the north of the bridge." This was her sole clew. What could she make of it?
"You know the rest, how from that moment he never looked on me or any one again; but you do not, cannot know the anguish and remorse which filled my soul, when I realized what I had done. From that day to the hour of Robbie's death there has never been a moment when I would not have given my sight yes, my life for his. And that is why I have been the devoted sister, as you have called me.
Robbie's time had expired. "How short these last moments seem!" said Ralph; "yet an eternity of last moments would be brief. Farewell, my lad! God bless you!" The dalesmen shook hands. Their eyes were averted. Robbie took his leave with many tears. Then rose again the voices of the unseen choir within the chapel.
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