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Once
in
a
cottage
where
a
child
was
recovering
he
came
upon
David
and
Katrine
.
The
girl
was
sitting
on
a
stool
by
the
bed
making
a
toy
out
of
reeds
for
the
child
’
s
amusement
,
and
singing
a
French
nursery
song
about
Cadet
Roussel
and
his
three
houses
.
David
lifted
his
eyes
from
admiring
the
grace
and
swiftness
of
her
hands
to
see
Chasehope
’
s
heavy
white
face
in
the
glow
of
the
firelight
.
The
latter
doffed
his
bonnet
at
the
sight
of
Katrine
,
and
murmured
some
civility
.
Clearly
he
knew
her
,
for
he
picked
up
a
reed
from
the
floor
.
"
Frae
the
Calidon
mill
-
dam
,
belike
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
are
the
one
man
in
Woodilee
who
has
courage
,
"
David
said
.
"
You
are
no
friend
of
mine
,
Ephraim
Caird
,
but
I
give
you
the
praise
of
a
stout
heart
.
"
"
Why
should
I
be
feared
?
"
the
other
asked
.
"
Why
should
I
dread
to
walk
even
in
the
valley
of
death
if
His
rod
and
staff
are
there
to
comfort
me
?
"
"
Why
should
you
!
But
many
professors
are
of
a
different
mind
.
"
"
They
are
but
poor
professors
,
then
.
I
fear
no
ill
,
for
I
am
in
the
Lord
’
s
hand
till
His
appointed
time
.
"
"
But
many
who
do
not
fear
death
fear
to
die
by
the
pest
.
"
"
Ay
,
but
I
have
my
assurance
.
I
have
the
Lord
’
s
own
promise
,
Mr
.
Sempill
.
I
ken
as
weel
that
no
pest
can
touch
me
as
that
my
name
is
Ephraim
Caird
and
my
habitation
is
Chasehope
.
It
’
s
the
lack
o
’
sound
doctrine
that
gars
folk
turn
cowards
-
-
they
dinna
lippen
enough
to
the
Lord
-
-
they
havena
a
firm
enough
grip
o
’
their
calling
and
election
.
I
have
my
compact
sure
,
and
I
ken
that
the
Lord
will
no
gie
me
a
back
-
cast
.
I
can
rejoice
even
in
this
sore
affliction
,
for
He
hath
demanded
a
sacrifice
,
and
what
is
man
to
question
His
will
?
Dear
in
His
sight
is
the
death
of
His
saints
-
-
ay
,
and
of
sinners
,
too
,
for
His
judgments
are
not
exhausted
.
There
’
s
mair
to
come
,
Mr
.
Sempill
-
-
take
tent
o
’
that
,
sir
-
-
the
conviction
is
heavy
on
me
that
the
wind
o
’
His
displeasure
has
still
a
blast
to
blaw
.
"
The
pale
eyes
had
almost
the
green
of
a
cat
’
s
in
the
dim
light
,
and
the
bald
brows
above
gave
the
whole
face
the
air
of
a
mask
,
which
at
any
moment
might
slip
and
reveal
nightmare
lineaments
.
The
child
in
the
bed
looked
up
as
he
spoke
,
saw
his
face
and
screamed
in
terror
,
and
Katrine
,
after
one
glance
behind
her
,
was
busied
in
crooning
consolations
.
.
.
In
that
moment
David
had
a
revelation
.
This
man
,
secure
in
his
election
to
grace
,
secure
against
common
fear
,
was
likewise
secure
against
common
reason
.
He
was
no
hypocrite
.
To
him
the
foulest
sin
would
be
no
sin
-
-
its
indulgence
would
be
part
of
his
prerogative
,
its
blotting
out
an
incident
in
his
compact
with
the
Almighty
.
He
could
lead
the
coven
in
the
Wood
and
wallow
in
the
lusts
of
the
flesh
,
and
his
crimes
would
be
but
the
greater
vindication
of
God
’
s
omnipotence
.
.
.
.
In
that
illuminating
instant
madness
had
looked
out
of
his
eyes
.
