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"
Ye
’
re
one
Kincaid
,
but
ye
’
ve
gone
by
mony
names
.
Ye
’
ve
been
a
dominie
and
a
stickit
minister
,
a
thief
and
a
thief
-
taker
,
a
spy
and
a
witch
-
finder
,
and
ye
’
d
fain
be
a
warlock
if
the
Deil
thocht
your
soul
worth
half
a
bodle
.
.
.
.
Turn
your
een
to
the
licht
,
and
keep
them
there
.
.
.
.
Answer
me
ere
the
Pit
opens
for
ye
.
Was
there
ever
a
word
in
your
mouth
that
wasna
as
false
as
hell
?
Say
’
I
am
a
liar
,
like
my
father
the
Devil
afore
me
.
’
"
"
I
am
a
liar
,
"
the
man
croaked
.
Mark
stretched
out
one
hand
and
passed
it
over
the
pricker
’
s
brow
.
"
What
’
s
aneath
here
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Honest
banes
?
Na
,
na
,
rottenness
like
peat
.
"
To
the
horrified
spectators
he
seemed
to
pass
his
hand
backwards
and
forwards
through
the
man
’
s
head
,
as
if
a
knife
had
gone
through
a
pat
of
butter
.
"
What
’
s
in
your
een
?
"
he
cried
,
leaning
forward
.
"
I
see
the
fires
of
hell
and
the
worm
that
dieth
not
.
God
!
the
bleeze
o
’
them
is
keekin
’
through
!
"
For
a
moment
it
seemed
to
all
that
a
ruddy
glow
of
flame
leaped
to
the
roof
,
and
Daft
Gibbie
in
his
agitation
fell
from
his
seat
and
rushed
to
the
door
.
The
idiot
flung
it
open
and
screamed
beyond
Reiverslaw
to
the
waiting
crowd
,
"
Come
inbye
,
every
soul
o
’
ye
.
The
pricker
that
tormented
puir
Bessie
is
getting
his
paiks
,
and
Glee
’
d
Mark
is
drawin
’
hell
fire
out
o
’
him
.
Come
inbye
and
see
the
bonny
sicht
.
"
Reiverslaw
and
a
dozen
others
entered
the
granary
;
the
door
remained
half
open
and
the
night
wind
swept
up
the
dust
and
chaff
of
the
floor
and
made
the
red
light
seem
a
monstrous
wavering
cloud
that
hung
like
an
infernal
aureole
over
the
wretched
man
.
Mark
had
him
by
the
shoulder
.
"
And
what
’
s
this
?
"
he
cried
,
tearing
his
shirt
aside
and
showing
his
bare
throat
.
"
As
I
live
by
bread
,
it
’
s
a
Deil
’
s
pap
!
"
Certainly
to
the
audience
it
seemed
that
above
the
breast
grew
a
small
black
teat
.
The
creature
was
in
an
extremity
of
terror
.
Fear
had
so
drained
the
blood
from
his
eyeballs
that
the
pupils
seemed
to
burn
with
an
uncanny
brightness
,
even
after
the
red
had
gone
out
of
the
light
.
