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The apostles and the first Christians, ye see, had to beir testimony to the fac' that the man that was hangt and dee'd upo the cross, the same was up again oot o' the grave, and gangin aboot the warl; noo I canna beir testimony to that, for I wasna at that time awaur o' onything; but I might weel be called upon to beir testimony to the fac' that, whaur ance he lay deid and beeried, there he's come alive at last that is, i' the sepulchre o' my hert!
"Without fee or hope of reward?" "There maun be some cawpable o' 't, my lord, or what for sud the warl' be? What ither sud haud it ohn been destroyt as Sodom was for the want o' the ten richteous? There maun be saut whaur corruption hasna the thing a' its ain gait." "You certainly have pretty high notions of things, MacPhail.
They rade an' they ran; the doctor cam', an' the minister, an' the lawyer, an' the grave-digger. But whan a man's deid, what can a' the warl' du for 'im but berry 'im? puir hin'er en' thof it be to him' at draws himsel' up, an' blaws himsel' oot! There was mony a conjectur as to hoo he cam by his deith, an' mony a doobt it wasna by fair play.
It was a situation in which Cosmo had never imagined himself, and he looked at Aggie a little surprised. "I dinna freely un'erstan' ye," he said. "Na, I reckon no! Hoo sud ye! Ye're jist ower semple for this warl', Cosmo!
Deith canna weel be muckle like onything we think aboot it; but there maun surely be a heap o' fowk unco dreary an' fusionless i' the warl' deith taks us til; an' the mair I think aboot it, the mair likly it seems we'll hae a heap to du wi' them a sair wark tryin' to lat them ken what they are, an' whaur they cam frae, an' hoo they maun gang to win hame for deith can no more be yer hame nor a sair fa' upo' the ro'd be yer bed.
First gaed ane oot ower the mirk, Whan the maker gan to work; Ower it gaed and ower the sea, An' the warl' begud to be.
What wad this life be worth gien a' was to be peyed for? I wad cut my throat afore I wad bide in sic a warl'. Tak yer half croon, my leddy," he concluded, in a tone of entreaty. But the energetic outburst was sufficing, in such her mood, only to the disgust of Lady Florimel. "Do anything with the money you please; only go away, and don't plague me about it," she said freezingly.
"Eh, ye puir ootcast!" she said, in the pitying voice of a mother, "hoo cam ye here sic a hicht? Cratur, ye hae left the warl' ahin' ye. What wad ye hae here? I hae naething." Receiving no answer but one of the child's betwitching smiles, she stood for a moment regarding him, not in mere silence, but with a look of dumbness. She was a mother.
"I daurna," replied the youth, still under his breath; "my han's are no clean. I wadna for the warl' touch her wi' fishy han's." The same moment, moved by a sudden impulse, whose irresistibleness was veiled in his unconsciousness, he bent down, and put his lips to the forehead. As suddenly he started back erect with dismay on every feature.
"I s' tell her mysel'," returned Malcolm. "But, gentlemen, I beg o' ye, till I ken what I'm aboot an' gie ye leave, dinna open yer moo' to leevin' cratur' aboot this. There's time eneuch for the warl' to ken 't." "Your lordship commands me," said Mr. Soutar. "Yes, Malcolm, until you give me leave," said Mr. Graham. "Whaur's Mr. Morrison?" asked Malcolm. "He is still in the house," said Mr. Soutar.
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