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"
Ye
’
ll
tak
’
that
puir
lassie
and
expose
her
to
the
ill
-
will
o
’
the
Kirk
and
the
countryside
.
-
-
Ye
’
ll
set
her
up
as
a
mark
for
clash
and
scandal
.
-
-
Ye
’
ll
condemn
her
to
a
wearifu
’
battalation
that
can
have
but
the
one
end
,
for
those
that
are
against
ye
are
mair
than
those
that
are
for
ye
.
A
man
may
fecht
stoutly
his
lee
lane
,
but
he
is
sair
trauchled
by
a
wife
.
"
"
I
will
reply
,
"
Katrine
cried
.
"
I
am
a
Yester
.
What
cognizance
does
Yester
bear
,
Aunt
Grizel
?
"
"
Azure
a
chevron
or
between
three
garbs
of
the
same
,
and
for
badge
a
lion
guardant
,
wi
’
the
ditton
’
Thole
feud
.
’
"
"
My
motto
is
my
answer
.
Would
you
have
me
shame
my
kin
and
run
from
a
challenge
?
"
"
But
what
kind
o
’
challenge
,
my
lamb
?
Ye
’
ll
be
nae
Black
Agnes
o
’
Dunbar
-
-
but
a
minister
’
s
wife
,
fechtin
’
against
lees
and
clypes
and
fause
tongues
and
ignorance
-
-
the
cauld
law
o
’
the
land
and
the
caulder
laws
o
’
the
Kirk
.
Ye
’
ll
hae
to
thole
and
thole
wi
’
never
a
back
-
straik
o
’
your
ain
,
and
keep
a
smilin
’
face
and
a
high
heid
when
your
heart
is
sick
.
Ye
maun
bow
to
them
ye
scorn
and
bend
the
knee
to
them
that
your
guidsire
would
have
refused
for
horse
-
boys
,
and
be
servant
to
the
silliest
body
that
summons
ye
in
the
name
o
’
Christ
.
Have
ye
made
your
market
for
that
,
my
doo
?
There
never
was
Yester
-
-
or
Hawkshaw
neither
-
-
that
feared
feud
,
but
can
ye
thole
sic
dreidfu
’
servitude
,
day
in
day
out
,
in
a
wee
house
in
a
dreich
parochine
wi
’
nae
company
but
hinds
and
wabsters
?
"
The
girl
looked
at
David
,
and
there
was
that
in
her
eyes
which
made
him
both
exultant
and
very
humble
,
so
that
he
longed
at
once
to
sing
and
to
weep
She
turned
to
the
Bible
which
lay
on
the
great
table
,
ran
a
finger
over
its
pages
and
read
,
and
the
words
were
those
which
Ruth
spoke
to
Naomi
:
"
Intreat
me
not
to
leave
thee
,
or
to
return
from
following
after
thee
:
for
whither
thou
goest
,
I
will
go
;
and
where
thou
lodgest
,
I
will
lodge
:
thy
people
shall
be
my
people
,
and
thy
God
my
God
:
where
thou
diest
,
will
I
die
,
and
there
will
I
be
buried
:
the
Lord
do
so
to
me
,
and
more
also
,
if
ought
but
death
part
thee
and
me
.
"
"
So
that
’
s
the
way
o
’
t
,
"
said
the
old
woman
.
"
Weel
,
I
’
ve
said
my
say
.
Ye
’
re
a
pair
o
’
fules
,
but
there
’
s
maybe
waur
things
than
fules
in
God
’
s
sicht
.
.
.
.
Davie
,
lad
,
get
down
on
your
hunkers
and
I
’
ll
gie
ye
my
blessing
-
-
the
blessing
o
’
a
warldly
auld
wife
that
yet
has
orra
glints
o
’
better
things
.
.
.
.
Man
,
I
kenna
where
ye
got
it
,
but
there
’
s
gentle
bluid
in
ye
.
Your
common
body
would
have
chosen
the
saft
seat
.
"
