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He
spoke
only
of
weather
and
crops
,
but
his
manner
suggested
a
desire
to
say
something
by
way
of
encouragement
.
Only
at
the
manse
gate
,
however
,
did
he
find
utterance
.
"
If
there
’
s
deep
waters
to
be
crossed
,
sir
,
I
’
ll
ride
the
ford
wi
’
ye
,
"
he
muttered
as
he
turned
away
.
Presently
it
was
apparent
that
a
change
had
come
over
the
parish
.
David
’
s
doings
in
the
summer
had
puzzled
and
alarmed
it
;
even
those
with
a
clear
conscience
had
thought
of
him
as
a
danger
to
their
peace
and
good
repute
.
But
now
that
he
was
himself
in
dire
trouble
,
and
indicted
before
the
Presbytery
,
there
was
a
revulsion
in
his
favour
;
his
friendliness
was
remembered
,
his
kindness
in
the
winter
storms
,
his
good
looks
and
his
youth
.
He
had
his
own
party
in
the
place
,
a
party
composed
of
strange
elements
.
There
were
in
it
noted
professors
like
Richie
Smail
and
Rab
Prentice
;
Isobel
and
her
kin
were
hot
on
his
side
;
Reiverslaw
,
of
course
,
many
of
the
frequenters
of
Lucky
Weir
’
s
ale
-
house
,
and
all
who
from
poverty
or
misdeeds
were
a
little
blown
upon
.
If
the
Pharisees
and
Scribes
were
against
him
,
he
had
the
publicans
and
sinners
.
Also
he
had
the
children
.
By
some
secret
channel
the
word
had
gone
round
in
the
circles
of
childhood
that
their
friend
was
in
trouble
,
and
in
queer
ways
they
showed
their
affection
.
The
girls
would
bring
him
posies
;
bowls
of
wild
rasps
and
blaeberries
would
be
left
at
the
manse
;
and
often
on
the
doorstep
Isobel
found
an
offering
of
guddled
trout
neatly
strung
on
rushes
.
Daft
Gibbie
,
too
,
had
become
a
partisan
.
He
would
dog
David
’
s
footsteps
,
and
when
spoken
to
would
only
reply
with
friendly
pawings
and
incoherent
gabble
.
He
would
swing
his
stick
as
if
it
were
a
flail
.
"
Sned
them
,
sir
,
"
he
would
cry
,
"
sned
them
like
thristles
.
"
But
the
comfort
of
the
atmosphere
in
which
he
now
moved
was
marred
for
David
by
the
conduct
of
Reiverslaw
.
That
worthy
had
been
absent
in
Nithsdale
when
Philiphaugh
was
fought
,
and
did
not
return
till
the
week
after
the
battle
.
It
would
seem
that
the
general
loss
of
stock
due
to
the
disturbances
had
benefited
his
pocket
;
he
had
sold
his
hog
-
lambs
to
advantage
,
and
had
had
a
prosperous
deal
in
black
cattle
with
Leslie
’
s
quartermaster
.
By
the
middle
of
October
the
work
on
the
hill
farms
was
all
but
over
for
the
year
,
and
Reiverslaw
was
a
leisured
man
.
Whether
the
cause
was
the
new
access
of
wealth
or
the
excitements
of
Lammas
,
he
fell
into
evil
courses
.
There
was
word
of
brawls
in
ale
-
houses
as
far
apart
as
Lanark
and
Kirk
Aller
,
and
he
would
lie
for
days
in
Lucky
Weir
’
s
,
sleeping
off
potations
,
only
to
renew
them
in
the
morning
.
His
language
coarsened
,
his
tongue
grew
more
unbridled
,
his
aptitude
for
quarrels
increased
till
he
became
a
nuisance
in
the
village
and
a
public
scandal
.
"
A
bonny
friend
ye
’
ve
gotten
in
Andra
Shillinglaw
,
"
Isobel
said
bitterly
.
"
For
three
days
he
has
been
as
fou
as
the
Baltic
,
and
cursin
’
like
a
cornet
o
’
horse
.
"
David
made
several
attempts
to
reason
with
him
,
penetrating
to
the
back
parts
of
the
ale
-
house
,
but
got
no
reply
but
tipsy
laughter
and
owlish
admonitions
.
It
looked
ill
for
the
credit
of
his
principal
witness
.
The
call
of
Calidon
was
always
in
his
ears
,
but
he
did
not
yield
to
it
.
October
brought
a
fortnight
of
drenching
rains
,
and
Katrine
came
no
more
to
Paradise
.
He
could
not
bring
himself
to
seek
her
in
her
home
,
for
he
dared
not
compromise
her
.
Already
a
nameless
woman
appeared
in
the
tales
against
him
,
and
he
would
have
died
sooner
than
let
the
woman
’
s
identity
be
revealed
.
From
her
he
had
had
kindness
and
comradeship
,
but
these
things
were
not
love
,
and
how
could
he
ask
for
love
when
every
man
’
s
hand
was
against
him
and
he
could
offer
nothing
but
companionship
in
disrepute
?
.
.
.
But
loneliness
weighed
on
him
,
and
he
longed
to
talk
with
two
especially
-
-
the
minister
of
Cauldshaw
and
the
new
tenant
of
Crossbasket
.
But
when
he
rode
one
afternoon
to
Cauldshaw
,
it
was
not
only
the
minister
’
s
self
that
drew
him
there
,
but
the
remembrance
that
the
Calidon
household
were
among
his
parishioners
.
Mr
.
Fordyce
was
scarcely
recovered
of
an
autumn
ague
,
and
his
little
bookroom
was
as
bleak
and
damp
as
a
grave
.
He
sat
in
a
wooden
armchair
,
propped
up
with
pillows
,
nightcap
on
head
,
a
coarse
drugget
dressing
-
gown
round
his
shoulders
,
and
two
pairs
of
stockings
on
his
thin
shanks
.
His
wife
was
sick
a
-
bed
,
outside
the
rain
dripped
steadily
,
there
was
no
fireplace
in
the
chamber
,
and
gloom
muffled
it
like
a
shroud
.
Yet
Mr
.
James
was
casting
a
horoscope
,
and
mild
and
patient
as
ever
.
"
Tell
me
the
whole
story
,
Mr
.
David
,
for
I
’
ve
heard
naught
but
rumour
.
They
say
you
’
ve
fallen
out
sorely
with
Mr
.
Mungo
at
Kirk
Aller
.
"
David
recounted
the
events
of
the
past
months
,
beginning
with
Lammastide
in
the
Wood
,
and
ending
with
his
last
visit
to
Mr
.
Muirhead
,
The
other
heard
him
out
with
many
sighs
and
exclamations
,
and
mused
for
a
little
when
he
had
finished
.
"
You
havena
been
over
-
gentle
with
the
Moderator
,
"
he
said
.
"
Far
be
it
from
me
,
that
am
so
imperfect
,
to
impute
error
to
a
brother
,
but
you
canna
deny
that
you
took
a
high
line
with
Mr
.
Mungo
.
"
