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After
Katrine
’
s
nightly
visits
to
Woodilee
had
ceased
the
minister
had
meant
to
go
daily
to
Calidon
.
But
with
this
new
mood
of
terror
upon
him
he
was
ashamed
to
face
the
girl
;
and
he
had
sufficient
manhood
to
put
restraint
upon
his
longings
.
The
time
came
,
however
,
when
anxiety
conquered
scruples
.
He
rode
to
Calidon
with
a
fluttering
heart
,
an
excitement
rather
of
fear
than
of
joy
.
Mistress
Saintserf
faced
him
grimly
.
"
What
have
ye
done
wi
’
my
bairn
?
"
she
demanded
.
"
She
is
fair
broke
wi
’
ridin
’
the
roads
and
tendin
’
the
riff
-
raff
o
’
Woodilee
-
-
and
the
haill
parochine
no
worth
a
hair
o
’
her
heid
.
Christian
charity
,
says
you
-
-
but
there
’
s
bounds
to
Christian
charity
!
Ye
’
re
a
bonny
lad
to
tak
’
so
little
care
o
’
your
joe
.
"
Presently
she
condescended
to
details
.
"
She
has
nae
strength
,
the
puir
thing
-
-
clean
worn
out
like
an
auld
bauchle
[
shoe
]
.
Yestreen
I
garred
her
tak
’
to
her
bed
,
and
she
’
s
lyin
’
as
biddable
as
a
wean
,
and
her
for
ordinar
’
sae
sweir
to
bide
still
.
.
.
.
Na
,
ye
canna
see
her
.
But
dinna
fash
yoursel
’
,
my
man
.
She
’
s
no
sick
-
-
just
weary
wi
’
ower
heavy
a
task
.
A
long
lie
in
her
bed
will
put
her
richt
,
and
a
change
in
this
dowie
weather
.
Pray
for
a
bit
blink
o
’
sun
.
.
.
.
Ye
’
re
lookin
’
gey
gash
yoursel
’
.
Ye
’
d
be
nane
the
waur
o
’
a
week
on
your
back
.
"
As
David
rode
homeward
he
remembered
the
last
words
and
laughed
at
the
irony
.
A
week
in
bed
,
when
he
could
scarcely
endure
three
hours
in
a
night
!
Mistress
Saintserf
’
s
news
had
put
him
into
an
agony
of
apprehension
.
He
stabled
his
horse
and
set
out
to
work
off
his
anxiety
by
bodily
fatigue
,
but
it
grew
with
every
mile
he
walked
.
Weariness
,
he
told
himself
,
was
only
natural
after
such
a
winter
’
s
toil
;
was
not
he
himself
worn
out
,
and
did
not
even
Mark
Riddel
confess
to
a
great
fatigue
?
But
he
could
not
console
himself
with
such
thoughts
.
At
any
moment
she
might
fall
into
a
fever
,
and
then
-
-
he
remembered
with
dreadful
distinctness
the
stages
of
the
malady
.
Was
this
the
last
lingering
effort
of
the
pest
?
-
-
he
had
heard
of
such
cases
coming
weeks
after
the
thing
seemed
to
have
been
stayed
.
And
always
there
rose
in
his
mind
Chasehope
’
s
prophecy
of
a
sacrifice
still
to
come
.
He
would
fain
have
gone
back
to
Calidon
and
waited
for
news
.
Instead
he
sent
Isobel
with
a
message
to
Mistress
Grizel
.
His
housekeeper
was
noted
as
a
skilful
nurse
and
an
amateur
leech
,
and
he
begged
that
she
should
be
allowed
to
help
in
waiting
upon
Katrine
.
The
sending
of
her
did
something
to
ease
his
mind
,
for
it
was
a
direct
piece
of
service
to
his
beloved
;
moreover
,
if
Isobel
was
in
Calidon
,
he
could
go
there
as
often
as
he
wished
and
have
speech
with
her
,
for
he
was
a
little
ashamed
to
reveal
to
Mistress
Grizel
his
lack
of
fortitude
.
Meantime
he
could
fend
for
himself
,
and
cook
what
food
he
needed
.
The
time
passed
on
leaden
feet
,
and
the
hours
of
darkness
were
one
long
sleepless
nightmare
.
Next
day
he
was
early
at
Calidon
and
found
Isobel
with
a
composed
face
.
"
Ye
needna
tak
’
it
sae
sair
,
Mr
.
David
,
"
she
assured
him
.
"
The
leddy
’
s
no
that
bad
.
Nae
doot
she
’
s
sair
weary
,
but
the
feck
o
’
the
time
she
sleeps
like
a
bairn
,
and
there
’
s
nae
fever
.
There
’
s
strong
bluid
in
her
that
will
no
be
lang
ere
it
conquers
the
weakness
.
But
losh
,
sir
,
ye
’
ve
the
face
o
’
a
bogle
.
Awa
’
hame
wi
’
ye
and
lie
doun
,
or
I
’
ll
no
bide
anither
hour
in
Calidon
.
Are
ye
takin
’
your
meat
?
Dinna
look
at
me
like
a
glum
wean
,
but
dae
as
I
tell
ye
.
"
