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Again
from
the
assembly
came
a
sound
like
sighing
,
but
now
it
seemed
to
have
a
note
of
wrath
in
it
,
as
if
the
breath
came
through
clenched
teeth
.
The
Moderator
shut
his
eyes
as
if
to
ward
off
an
unbearable
spectacle
.
Then
he
looked
down
on
David
with
his
brows
drawn
so
that
they
made
a
line
bisecting
his
great
face
.
"
Man
,
man
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
are
far
from
Christ
.
You
confess
your
sin
,
but
you
hug
to
your
bosom
one
darling
iniquity
which
you
proclaim
a
grace
.
You
are
blinded
and
self
-
deluded
,
and
I
see
no
hope
for
you
in
this
world
or
the
next
.
You
are
an
outcast
from
the
commonwealth
of
Israel
.
"
He
inclined
his
head
to
Chasehope
,
who
had
plucked
at
his
arm
and
now
said
something
in
his
ear
.
"
I
am
reminded
,
"
he
went
on
.
"
Malignancy
is
not
all
the
sum
of
the
sins
of
this
unhappy
man
.
There
was
a
charge
which
I
had
hoped
there
would
be
no
need
to
press
,
but
which
in
his
condition
of
resolute
impenitence
I
am
bound
to
bring
forward
.
He
was
seen
in
the
back
-
end
to
frequent
the
Black
Wood
in
the
company
of
a
woman
,
and
it
is
alleged
-
-
nay
,
it
can
be
proved
by
many
witnesses
-
-
that
in
his
doubtful
work
during
the
time
of
pestilence
a
woman
was
in
his
company
.
To
public
sins
he
would
seem
to
have
added
private
lusts
.
Answer
me
,
sir
,
as
you
will
answer
some
day
to
your
Maker
,
who
and
what
was
the
woman
,
and
where
is
she
to
be
found
?
"
The
words
scarcely
penetrated
to
David
’
s
brain
,
for
he
had
already
slipped
away
from
the
crowd
of
moody
faces
to
his
secret
world
.
But
in
the
hush
that
followed
the
question
another
voice
spoke
,
a
voice
high
-
pitched
and
tremulous
but
as
startling
as
a
trumpet
.
"
She
is
with
the
angels
in
Heaven
.
"
Mr
.
Fordyce
had
dropped
his
plaid
from
his
shoulders
,
and
stood
up
with
raised
arm
,
his
eyes
burning
in
his
pale
face
.
His
repute
as
a
saint
was
so
well
established
that
at
any
time
he
would
have
commanded
silence
,
but
now
he
spoke
in
a
quiet
so
deep
that
his
hearers
seemed
to
be
frozen
in
their
seats
.
Even
the
Moderator
stopped
in
the
act
of
settling
his
bands
,
and
his
hand
remained
at
his
throat
.
"
I
will
speak
and
not
be
silent
,
"
said
the
voice
.
"
The
woman
whom
you
would
accuse
with
your
foul
tongues
is
this
day
with
her
Lord
in
Paradise
.
Well
I
kenned
her
-
-
she
was
Katrine
Yester
and
she
abode
at
Calidon
-
-
there
was
none
like
her
for
gentleness
and
grace
.
She
was
the
promised
wife
of
David
Sempill
-
-
and
in
the
time
of
calamity
she
left
her
bien
dwelling
and
her
secure
life
and
wrought
among
the
poor
folk
of
Woodilee
-
-
ay
,
as
Christ
left
His
Father
’
s
house
to
succour
sinful
men
.
.
.
.
She
is
far
ayont
us
for
evermore
,
and
in
the
New
Jerusalem
she
will
be
so
near
the
Throne
that
blessed
will
I
be
if
I
get
a
glimpse
of
her
.
"
The
words
-
-
which
when
remembered
later
were
accounted
a
horrid
blasphemy
-
-
cast
at
the
moment
a
strange
spell
over
his
hearers
.
The
hush
was
broken
by
many
turning
their
heads
,
as
if
they
could
not
endure
the
sight
of
that
prophetic
face
.
Even
the
Moderator
dropped
his
eyes
;
Chasehope
stared
at
the
speaker
with
half
a
smile
on
his
lips
.
"
Fools
,
fools
!
"
the
voice
went
on
.
"
I
have
been
ower
long
silent
because
of
the
infirmities
of
my
flesh
.
One
came
among
you
preaching
Christ
and
you
have
stoned
him
,
as
the
Jews
stoned
Stephen
outside
the
walls
of
Jerusalem
.
