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Her poor heart, wearied with so many sorrows and troubled by so many fears, has tasted one supreme happiness that God is love." "She thought for sure that he was continually angry with her. 'If he had cared for my soul, she said to me, one day, 'he would not have let me marry Nicol Sinclair. He would have kept his hand about me until my cousin David Borson came from the Hebrides.
I am all the time thinking of the old town growing out of the mist, and I know how I shall feel when I stand on the pier again among the fishers, when I hurry through the clean, quiet streets, while the kind people nod and smile, and call to each other, 'Here is David Borson come back again." "And Nanna?" "She is the heart of my longing." "And thee is taking her glad tidings of great joy."
A good man was Liot Borson a good man! When that is said, what more is left to say? While my life-days last I shall not forget Liot Borson." And then they talked of David's life in Uig, and when he left the manse he knew that he had found a friend. It was then Thursday night, and he did not care to go to the fishing until the following Monday.
Suppose and we have a right to suppose that the name of Liot Borson is written in the shining letters of the book of life, and we have crossed it off our kirk book! What then? I think this question is settled. I never want to hear it named again. I will enter into no conversations about it. It has been taken out of our hands by God himself.
"What has happened to you?" "Everything, nearly, minister. The David Borson who left here two years ago is dead and buried. I have been born again." "That is a great experience. Sit down and tell me about it." "Yes, minister, but first I must speak of Nanna Sinclair." "She is dead, David; that is true." "She has gone home. She has gone to the God who loved her." "I hope so." "I know it is so.
He walked home through the buffeting wind and the drenching rain, and felt neither; for he was saying over and over to himself, "I have found my wife! I have found my wife!" Karen had the same prepossession. As she unbound her long, fair hair she thought of Liot. Slowly unplaiting strand from strand, she murmured to her heart as she did so: "Such a man as Liot Borson I have never met before.
"It was not decided," cried Matilda, standing up, and turning her face to the congregation. "Liot Borson found it easy to lie at his wife's coffin-side, but when it came to his own death-hour he did not dare to die without telling the truth. Ask his son David." "David Borson," said the minister, "at your father's death-hour did he indeed confess to the slaying of Bele Trenby?"
He and I will strike hands in that quarrel; and it shall go ill with you and your children till the last Borson be cursed off the face of the earth." "I will flee unto the Omnipotent. He will keep even my shadow from the evil ones that follow after. Now I will go, for I see there is no hope of good-will between us two." "And it is my advice that you go away from Shetland." "That I will not do.
He did, however, as Jean Borson desired: he thought about Halla Odd; he watched her ways, and speculated about her money and her house skill and the likelihood of her making a good stepmother to David.
It was easy to see that he loved me as soon as he looked at me; well, then, Liot Borson shall be my husband Liot, and only Liot, will I marry." It was at the beginning of winter that this took place, and it was a kind of new birth to Liot.
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