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"
She
is
dying
,
"
said
Mark
.
"
It
is
now
the
afternoon
.
She
is
going
out
with
the
daylight
.
"
The
small
lozenged
windows
,
though
there
were
two
of
them
,
lit
the
room
faintly
,
for
the
sky
was
lowering
and
grey
.
Mr
.
Fordyce
had
returned
,
and
poured
out
his
soul
at
the
bed
-
foot
,
but
presently
he
grew
silent
like
the
others
,
for
there
was
a
hush
in
the
room
which
made
even
the
words
of
prayer
a
sacrilege
.
.
.
.
The
flush
had
gone
from
the
girl
’
s
face
,
and
the
waxen
cheeks
and
the
blanched
lips
told
of
a
mortal
weakness
.
Her
hand
was
in
David
’
s
,
as
passive
as
a
plucked
flower
.
The
lashes
were
quiet
on
her
cheeks
,
and
her
faint
,
difficult
breathing
scarcely
stirred
the
coverlet
.
In
that
final
hour
peace
of
a
kind
entered
into
David
’
s
soul
.
He
was
truly
humble
at
last
,
for
all
the
flickerings
and
unrest
of
human
desires
were
stilled
.
The
joy
which
he
had
scarcely
dared
to
hope
for
,
the
possession
of
that
bright
and
rare
thing
,
was
now
confirmed
to
him
.
Katrine
was
securely
his
for
ever
.
.
.
.
At
the
very
end
her
eyes
opened
,
and
if
they
looked
a
little
blindly
at
the
others
they
seemed
to
enfold
him
in
a
passion
of
love
.
There
was
even
the
glimmer
of
a
smile
.
And
then
the
gloaming
crept
round
them
,
and
,
as
Mark
had
foretold
,
she
went
out
with
the
daylight
.
The
quiet
was
broken
by
the
loud
wailing
of
the
two
women
,
for
the
composure
of
even
the
iron
-
Lipped
Mistress
Grizel
now
failed
her
.
Mr
.
Fordyce
stilled
it
with
an
uplifted
hand
.
"
The
lamb
is
safe
folded
,
"
he
said
.
Mistress
Grizel
,
after
the
fashion
of
her
kind
,
must
speak
.
"
She
was
a
kind
lassie
,
and
had
nae
thochts
but
guid
thochts
,
and
if
she
was
maybe
no
that
weel
instructed
in
sound
doctrine
,
it
was
nae
faut
in
her
.
.
.
she
was
aye
blithe
to
hearken
to
Mr
.
James
-
-
"
She
stopped
short
at
the
sight
of
David
’
s
face
.
"
She
is
now
at
the
right
hand
of
the
Throne
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
I
say
that
in
the
face
of
every
minister
that
ever
perverted
the
Word
.
She
was
made
in
the
image
of
her
Lord
,
and
she
has
gone
to
meet
Him
.
"
Later
in
the
evening
the
mind
of
the
practical
Mistress
Grizel
turned
to
the
dismal
apparatus
of
death
.
"
She
’
ll
better
lie
in
Cauldshaw
in
the
Hawkshaw
buryin
’
ground
.
There
’
s
room
in
the
auld
vault
,
the
mair
as
it
’
s
no
likely
Nicholas
will
lay
his
banes
there
.
"
"
Nay
,
but
she
will
not
lie
in
Cauldshaw
.
"
David
’
s
face
had
a
strange
calm
in
it
and
his
voice
was
toneless
and
steady
.
"
She
will
he
in
the
part
of
the
greenwood
which
was
her
own
,
in
the
place
she
called
Paradise
.
I
know
her
wishes
as
if
she
had
told
them
to
me
.
I
will
not
have
her
laid
in
any
kirkyard
vault
.
.
.
.
She
is
too
young
.
.
.
.
She
is
not
dead
but
sleeping
.
"
Mistress
Grizel
protested
,
but
half
-
heartedly
.
Mr
.
Fordyce
had
little
objection
to
raise
.
"
It
is
not
the
way
of
our
Kirk
,
"
he
said
,
"
to
consecrate
ground
for
the
dead
.
All
earth
is
hallowed
which
receives
Christian
dust
.
But
lest
the
graves
of
the
departed
be
forgotten
,
it
has
been
the
custom
to
gather
them
together
in
some
spot
under
the
kirk
’
s
shadow
.
In
a
wild
wood
,
among
bracken
and
stones
,
it
will
be
ill
to
keep
mind
of
a
place
of
sepulchre
.
"
