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The
name
of
the
woman
disquieted
David
,
and
he
asked
what
she
had
answered
.
"
Her
!
She
took
my
flytin
’
wi
’
downcast
een
,
and
that
angered
me
sae
that
I
had
muckle
ado
to
keep
my
hands
frae
her
face
.
Syne
she
says
,
quietlike
,
’
Ye
needna
get
in
a
steer
,
Isobel
Veitch
.
If
Mr
.
Sempill
’
s
an
honest
man
,
he
’
ll
get
his
chance
to
redd
up
the
fama
.
’
Fama
,
says
she
,
whatever
yon
may
mean
-
-
there
’
s
a
reek
o
’
Chasehope
about
the
word
.
And
she
went
on
wi
’
her
saft
een
and
her
mim
mou
’
.
-
-
’
There
’
s
waur
nor
that
,
Isobel
wumman
,
’
she
says
.
’
Our
minister
,
that
’
s
sae
fierce
against
warlocks
,
has
been
walkin
’
a
queer
gait
.
There
’
s
them
that
hae
seen
him
in
the
Wud
,
and
wha
do
you
think
he
met
wi
’
there
?
It
’
s
no
a
name
that
I
daur
speak
,
but
folk
hae
brunt
for
less
than
sic
a
randyvoo
.
’
Ye
may
fancy
,
sir
,
what
a
stound
I
got
,
but
I
just
spoke
the
kimmer
civil
,
and
speired
for
mair
.
She
wasna
laith
to
tell
.
’
There
’
s
them
,
’
says
she
,
’
that
saw
the
green
gown
o
’
the
Queen
of
Elfhame
,
and
the
mune
shinin
’
through
her
hair
,
and
saw
her
gie
a
kiss
to
the
minister
.
’
Ye
never
kissed
the
leddy
,
sir
?
"
"
God
forbid
,
"
cried
David
,
startled
as
if
at
an
impiety
.
"
I
thocht
ye
werena
just
as
far
forrit
as
that
.
Weel
,
that
’
s
the
tale
they
’
ve
gotten
,
and
may
it
stick
in
their
thrapples
!
I
’
m
no
feared
for
their
blethers
about
fairies
,
but
we
’
ll
need
some
stench
lees
to
get
the
sodger
’
s
claes
blawn
over
.
I
wish
I
kenned
wha
was
the
thief
.
I
’
ll
threip
that
they
were
left
by
Leslie
’
s
folk
and
that
ye
kenned
nocht
about
them
.
"
"
Por
me
,
"
said
David
,
"
I
shall
tell
the
plain
truth
,
save
in
the
mentioning
of
names
.
I
command
you
,
Isobel
,
to
do
likewise
.
The
man
is
by
now
out
of
danger
,
and
a
falsehood
,
which
may
be
pardoned
if
it
is
to
save
another
,
is
black
sin
if
used
by
a
coward
to
save
himself
.
"
Isobel
looked
at
him
uneasily
.
"
There
will
be
an
awfu
’
speak
in
the
parish
,
sir
.
Bethink
ye
,
is
it
wise
to
gie
sic
a
handle
to
them
that
wad
bring
ye
doun
?
.
.
.
But
I
see
your
mind
is
made
up
,
and
nae
words
o
’
mine
will
turn
ye
.
We
maun
hope
that
the
question
will
never
be
speired
,
and
I
daur
ony
man
or
wumman
in
the
place
to
get
sae
far
wi
’
me
as
the
speirin
’
.
"
During
David
’
s
absence
in
Edinburgh
Mr
.
Fordyce
,
by
the
command
of
the
Presbytery
,
had
preached
in
the
afternoon
in
the
Woodilee
kirk
-
-
to
but
scanty
audiences
,
for
the
news
of
Montrose
’
s
advance
had
inclined
the
people
to
keep
inside
their
doors
.
On
the
first
Sabbath
after
his
return
,
when
there
were
still
troops
in
the
place
,
the
pulpit
had
been
occupied
by
one
of
Leslie
’
s
chaplains
,
a
stalwart
member
of
the
Church
militant
,
who
hailed
from
the
Mearns
,
and
whose
speech
was
consequently
understood
with
difficulty
in
the
Border
parish
.
But
on
the
next
,
when
Mark
Kerr
had
gone
from
his
refuge
in
the
Wood
,
David
changed
his
mind
,
and
himself
filled
the
pulpit
.
At
the
news
a
great
congregation
assembled
,
for
in
that
joyous
day
of
delivery
it
was
believed
that
the
sins
of
the
parish
would
be
left
on
one
side
,
and
that
the
service
,
as
in
the
other
kirks
in
the
land
,
would
be
one
of
thanksgiving
and
exultation
.
To
the
surprise
of
most
of
his
hearers
-
-
and
to
the
satisfaction
of
the
suspicious
-
-
there
was
no
word
of
the
recent
crowning
mercies
,
save
a
perfunctory
mention
in
the
opening
prayer
.
David
,
as
befitted
one
who
had
just
buried
his
father
,
discoursed
on
death
.
He
was
in
a
mood
which
puzzled
himself
,
for
gentleness
seemed
to
have
come
upon
him
and
driven
out
his
jealous
wrath
.
He
had
seen
the
righteous
die
,
the
man
who
had
begot
him
,
the
last
near
kin
he
possessed
,
and
memories
of
childhood
and
something
of
the
wistfulness
of
the
child
had
flooded
in
on
his
soul
.
He
had
seen
,
too
,
the
downfall
of
human
pride
,
the
descent
of
greatness
to
dust
,
and
yet
in
that
dust
a
more
compelling
greatness
.
Above
all
,
his
love
for
Katrine
had
mellowed
and
lit
the
world
for
him
;
it
had
revealed
depths
of
joy
and
beauty
which
he
had
never
known
,
but
the
beauty
and
joy
were
solemn
things
,
and
of
a
terrible
fragility
.
He
felt
anew
the
dependence
of
all
things
upon
God
,
and
the
need
of
walking
humbly
in
His
sight
.
So
he
preached
not
like
an
Old
Testament
prophet
,
confident
in
his
cause
and
eager
to
gather
the
spoil
,
but
as
one
who
saw
from
a
high
mountain
the
littleness
of
life
against
the
vast
background
of
eternity
.
He
spoke
of
the
futility
of
mortal
hopes
,
the
fallibility
of
man
,
the
certainty
of
death
.
