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'Yer father 'ill hae ta'en ye up, I'm thinkin', laddie? she said, turning to her son. 'No, answered Shargar, gloomily. 'There's the man that took me up. 'An' wha may ye be? she asked, turning to Falconer. 'Mr. Falconer, said Shargar. 'No a son o' Anerew Faukner? she asked again, with evident interest. 'The same, answered Robert.
" poor deluded craters, withoot losin' a great pairt o' what was left in him o' the eemage o' God efter the fall. "Hoo sud ye ken onything aboot that, Anerew?" returned his wife sharply. "The same way than ye ken sae weel aboot the she side o' the queston, lass. We may jist enlichten ane anither a wee aboot some things, mayhap."
When Robert appeared, wondering what his grandmother could want with him, she said: 'Close the door, Robert. I canna lat ye gang to the schule the day. We maun lea' him oot noo. 'Lea' wha oot, grannie? 'Him, him Anerew. Yer father, laddie. I think my hert 'll brak. 'Lea' him oot o' what, grannie? I dinna unnerstan' ye. 'Lea' him oot o' oor prayers, laddie, and I canna bide it.
But oh be a guid lad, for ye're a' that I hae left; and gin ye gang wrang tu, ye'll bring doon my gray hairs wi' sorrow to the grave. They're gray eneuch, and they're near eneuch to the grave, but gin ye turn oot weel, I'll maybe haud up my heid a bit yet. But O Anerew! my son! my son! Would God I had died for thee!
Faukner, he said at length, when the silence had grown painful. 'Humph! returned the old lady, her face becoming stony with the effort to suppress all emotion. 'Nae aboot Anerew? ''Deed is 't, mem. An' ill news, I'm sorry to say. 'Is he ta'en? 'Ay is he by a jyler that winna tyne the grup. 'He's no deid, John Lammie? Dinna say 't. 'I maun say 't, Mrs. Faukner. I had it frae Dr.
I beg yer pardon. I'm near oot o' my min'. Forgie me, O Lord! for I hardly ken what I'm sayin'. He was my ain babe, my ain Anerew, and ye gae him to me yersel'. And noo he's for the finger o' scorn to pint at; an ootcast an' a wan'erer frae his ain country, an' daurna come within sicht o' 't for them 'at wad tak' the law o' 'm. An' it's a' drink drink an' ill company!
And her astonishment was therefore paralyzing when she heard her father say: "But ye maun haud a quaiet tongue i' yer heid, guidwife; for weel as ye like the laddie, ye may blast his character gin ye say a word aboot it." "I s' warran' it's a' ower Glamerton afore it comes to your lugs, Anerew," returned her mother. "They're no that gleg efter sic news.
But as I said to Anerew, maybe he'll come oot o' their cluiks no that muckle the waur, efter a'." Mrs Forbes sank on the sofa, and hid her face in her hands. Annie turned white as death, and left the room. When Mrs Forbes lifted her head, Mrs Constable and her strange child had vanished.
Anderson, yer ain cousin. He hintit at it afore, but his last letter leaves nae room to doobt upo' the subjeck. I'm unco sorry to be the beirer o' sic ill news, Mrs. Faukner, but I had nae chice. 'Ohone! Ohone! the day o' grace is by at last! My puir Anerew! exclaimed Mrs. Falconer, and sat dumb thereafter. Mr. Lammie tried to comfort her with some of the usual comfortless commonplaces.
It was a' siller an' company company 'at cudna be merry ohn drunken. Verity their lauchter was like the cracklin' o' thorns aneath a pot. Het watter and whusky was aye the cry efter their denner an' efter their supper, till my puir Anerew tuik till the bare whusky i' the mornin' to fill the ebb o' the toddy. He wad never hae dune as he did but for the whusky.
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