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"
But
what
of
the
witchcraft
in
Woodilee
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Let
it
gang
by
the
board
.
It
’
s
no
you
or
ten
like
you
will
clean
out
that
dirty
nest
.
Leave
it
to
the
Almighty
,
whose
judgments
are
slow
and
siccar
[
sure
]
.
"
"
You
would
have
me
sit
silent
in
Woodilee
in
the
midst
of
that
iniquity
?
"
"
Na
,
na
.
I
would
have
ye
get
out
o
’
Woodilee
as
fast
as
a
bird
when
the
thack
’
s
burnin
’
.
We
’
ve
Mr
.
James
’
s
opinion
,
whilk
ye
canna
controvert
,
that
ye
were
never
meant
for
a
minister
.
I
’
se
warrant
it
will
be
made
easy
for
ye
-
-
the
Presbytery
will
no
object
,
and
Calidon
’
s
the
chief
heritor
,
and
I
’
ll
get
a
word
spoken
to
Mr
.
Rintoul
.
Ye
’
ll
leave
wi
’
a
guid
name
,
at
peace
wi
’
God
and
man
,
and
there
’
s
a
’
braid
Scotland
for
ye
to
find
a
habitation
.
.
.
.
Peter
Dobbie
tells
me
that
your
father
,
honest
man
,
made
a
hantle
o
’
siller
and
that
ye
’
ve
heired
the
haill
o
’
t
.
Gang
down
the
water
to
the
auld
Yester
lands
,
and
buy
a
bit
estate
and
set
up
Katrine
in
her
forebears
’
countryside
.
Ye
’
re
young
and
yauld
and
there
’
s
muckle
guid
work
to
be
done
in
Scotland
by
ane
that
lives
in
the
fear
o
’
God
,
be
he
laird
or
minister
.
"
David
turned
to
Katrine
,
but
her
face
was
impassive
.
From
her
he
would
get
no
guidance
.
Like
her
aunt
,
she
awaited
his
answer
.
For
a
moment
he
wavered
.
On
one
side
he
saw
peace
,
comfort
,
a
new
life
with
his
beloved
in
a
new
place
,
the
cutting
of
a
tangle
which
constricted
his
youth
;
on
the
other
-
-
a
thankless
fight
,
where
victory
was
wellnigh
impossible
,
a
sordid
struggle
which
would
darken
the
sunlight
for
both
and
taint
all
the
springs
of
joy
.
He
dropped
his
head
on
his
breast
and
suffered
for
an
instant
the
anguish
of
indecision
.
Then
he
spoke
,
and
his
eyes
were
on
Katrine
.
"
I
cannot
.
I
would
be
going
back
upon
my
vows
-
-
I
would
be
false
to
my
faith
-
-
I
would
deserve
to
be
cried
out
upon
as
a
coward
-
-
I
would
be
making
terms
with
the
Devil
.
"
"
Thank
God
!
"
said
the
girl
,
and
her
arms
were
round
his
neck
.
The
old
woman
stared
at
him
,
coughed
dryly
,
and
then
very
deliberately
took
her
seat
in
the
big
armchair
which
had
been
Nicholas
Hawkshaw
’
s
.
The
two
stood
before
her
like
prisoners
brought
to
judgment
.
