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Updated: June 17, 2025
And I knew we all felt mean, eating and drinking Marget's fine things along with those companies of spies, and petting her and complimenting her with the rest, and seeing with self-reproach how foolishly happy she was, and never saying a word to put her on her guard. And, indeed, she was happy, and as proud as a princess, and so grateful to have friends again.
They discussed this, that, and the other way, and talked till the afternoon was far spent, then confessed that at present they could arrive at no decision. So they parted sorrowfully, with oppressed hearts which were filled with bodings. While they were saying their parting words I slipped out and set my course for Marget's house to see what was happening there.
Howe out, were met at the garden gate by Marget in her Sabbath dress, and brought into a set tea as if they had been invited weeks before. Whinnie gloried most in the discomfiture of the Tory agent, who had vainly hoped to coerce him in the stack yard without Marget's presence, as her intellectual contempt for the Conservative party knew no bounds.
And Ludovic Gordon bowed low over Marget's worn hand as if she had been a queen. Marget lifted Plato, and it seemed to me that day as if the dignity of our Lady of Sorrows had fallen upon her. "This is the buik George chose for you, Maister Maclean, for he aye said to me ye hed been a prophet and shown him mony deep things." The tears sprang to the Celt's eyes.
What's mair, when the minister cried in to see me yesterday, an' me on the floor washin', says he, 'So Marget's lost her man, an' I said, 'Say ye so, nae? for let on 'at I kent, and neither me at the laying oot nor Davit Lunan at the funeral, I would not. "'David should hae gone to the funeral, says the minister, 'for I doubt not he was only omitted in the invitations by a mistake.
Jess, Jess. . . . "Marget's getting waur an' waur? Ay, ye may say so, though I'll say naething agin her mysel. Of coorse am no on equalty wi' her, especially since she had the bell put up in her hoose. Ou, I hinna seen it mysel, na, I never gang near the hoose, an', as mony a body can tell ye, when I do hae to gang that wy I mak my feet my friend.
Ye'll mind she was never pleased wi' the set o' the flowers." "Weel, weel, here comes the minister himsel, an' very snod he is. Ay, Marget's been puttin' new braid on his coat, an' he's carryin' the sma' black bag he bocht in Dundee last year: he'll hae's nicht-shirt an' a comb in't, I dinna doot. Ye micht rin to the corner, Leeby, an' see if he cries in at Jess McTaggart's in passin'."
Every person was frightened at the unaccountable state of things at Marget's house, not doubting that witchcraft was at the bottom of it, and fright frenzied their reason. Naturally there were some who pitied Marget and Ursula for the danger that was gathering about them, but naturally they did not say so; it would not have been safe.
I'm glad he knows Fani and has his eye on him; if the boy can earn a trifle by working for him, it will be something to help keep the pot boiling." Mrs. Stein now brought the bag which Elsli had left behind, which she had filled with clothing for Marget's children. "Do try to remember about Elsli," she said. "I will do all I can to help you, if you will only spare the child as much as you can."
"Who will be telling you that I wass a Pharisee?" cried Lachlan, quivering in every limb, and grasping Marget's arm. "Forgie me, Lachlan, forgie me. It was the thocht o' the misguided lassie carried me, for a' didna come tae upbraid ye." But Lachlan had sunk into a chair and had forgotten her. "She hass the word, and God will hef smitten the pride of my heart, for it iss Simon that I am.
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