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His
first
exhilaration
had
been
succeeded
by
a
black
darkness
of
doubt
.
He
had
adventured
into
the
Wood
and
found
magic
there
,
and
the
spell
was
tugging
at
his
heartstrings
.
.
.
.
Was
the
thing
of
Heaven
or
of
Hell
?
.
.
.
Sometimes
,
when
he
remembered
the
girl
’
s
innocence
and
ardour
,
he
thought
of
her
as
an
angel
.
Surely
no
sin
could
dwell
in
so
bright
a
presence
.
.
.
.
But
he
remembered
,
too
,
how
lightly
she
had
held
the
things
of
the
Kirk
,
how
indeed
she
was
vowed
to
the
world
against
which
the
Kirk
made
war
.
Was
she
not
a
daughter
of
Heth
,
a
fair
Moabitish
woman
,
with
no
part
in
the
commonwealth
of
Israel
?
Her
beauty
was
of
the
flesh
,
her
graces
were
not
those
of
the
redeemed
.
And
always
came
the
conviction
that
nevertheless
she
had
stolen
his
heart
.
"
Will
I
too
be
unregenerate
?
"
he
asked
himself
with
terror
.
The
more
he
looked
into
his
soul
the
more
he
was
perplexed
.
He
thought
of
the
groom
at
Calidon
,
to
whom
had
gone
out
from
him
a
spark
of
such
affection
as
no
other
had
inspired
.
That
face
was
little
out
of
his
memory
,
and
he
longed
to
look
on
it
again
as
a
lover
longs
for
his
mistress
.
.
.
.
But
the
man
was
Montrose
the
recreant
,
who
was
even
now
troubling
God
’
s
people
,
and
who
had
been
solemnly
excommunicated
by
the
very
Kirk
he
was
vowed
to
serve
.
.
.
.
And
yet
,
recreant
or
no
,
the
man
believed
in
God
and
had
covenanted
himself
with
the
Almighty
.
.
.
.
What
were
God
’
s
purposes
,
and
who
were
God
’
s
people
?
Where
in
all
the
round
earth
should
he
find
a
solution
of
his
doubts
?
The
study
,
now
warm
in
the
pleasant
spring
gloamings
,
saw
no
longer
the
preparation
of
the
great
work
on
Isaiah
.
It
had
become
a
closet
for
prayer
.
David
cast
his
perplexities
on
the
Lord
,
and
waited
feverishly
for
a
sign
.
But
no
sign
came
.
A
horde
of
texts
about
Canaanitish
garments
and
idol
worship
crowded
into
his
mind
,
but
he
refused
their
application
.
A
young
man
’
s
face
,
a
girl
’
s
eyes
and
voice
,
made
folly
of
such
easy
formulas
.
.
.
.
Yet
there
were
moments
when
in
sheer
torment
of
soul
David
was
minded
to
embrace
them
-
-
to
renounce
what
had
charmed
him
as
the
Devil
’
s
temptation
,
and
steel
his
heart
against
its
glamour
.
One
day
he
rode
over
to
Cauldshaw
to
see
Mr
.
Fordyce
.
He
was
in
the
mood
for
confession
,
but
he
found
little
encouragement
.
Mr
.
James
was
sick
of
a
spring
fever
,
and
though
he
was
on
his
feet
he
had
been
better
in
bed
,
for
his
teeth
chattered
and
his
hand
trembled
.
They
spoke
of
the
household
at
Calidon
.
"
Mistress
Saintserf
has
beyond
doubt
her
interest
in
Christ
,
"
said
the
minister
of
Cauldshaw
.
"
When
I
have
gone
to
Calidon
for
the
catechizing
I
have
found
her
quick
to
apprehend
the
doctrines
of
the
faith
,
and
her
life
is
in
all
respects
an
ensample
,
save
that
she
is
something
of
a
libertine
with
her
tongue
.
But
the
lassie
-
-
she
’
s
but
a
young
thing
,
and
has
sojourned
long
in
popish
and
prelatical
lands
.
Yet
I
detect
glimmerings
of
grace
,
Mr
.
David
,
and
she
has
a
heart
that
may
well
be
attuned
to
God
’
s
work
.
My
wife
pines
for
the
sight
of
her
like
a
sick
man
for
the
morning
.
Maybe
I
fail
in
my
duty
towards
her
,
for
she
is
lamentably
ignorant
,
but
I
cannot
find
it
in
me
to
be
harsh
to
so
gracious
a
bairn
.
"
David
returned
with
his
purpose
unfulfilled
,
but
a
certain
comfort
in
his
soul
.
He
would
rather
have
Mr
.
Fordyce
’
s
judgment
than
that
of
the
Boanerges
of
Bold
or
the
sleek
minister
of
Kirk
Aller
.
His
doubts
were
not
resolved
,
but
the
very
uncertainty
gave
him
ease
.
He
was
not
yet
called
to
renunciation
,
and
having
reached
this
conclusion
,
he
could
let
the
memory
of
Paradise
sweep
back
into
his
mind
in
a
delightful
flood
.
Yet
youth
cannot
be
happy
in
indecision
.
David
longed
for
some
duty
which
would
absorb
the
strong
life
that
was
in
him
.
Why
,
oh
why
was
he
not
a
soldier
?
He
turned
to
his
parish
,
and
tried
to
engross
himself
in
its
cares
.
It
may
have
been
that
his
perception
was
sharpened
by
his
own
mental
conflicts
,
but
he
seemed
to
detect
a
strangeness
in
Woodilee
.
It
had
been
a
fine
spring
,
with
a
dry
seed
-
bed
,
and
the
sowing
of
crops
and
the
lambing
had
passed
off
well
.
The
lean
cattle
had
staggered
out
of
byres
and
closes
to
the
young
grass
,
and
their
ribs
were
now
covered
again
.
Up
on
the
hills
lambs
no
longer
tottered
on
weak
legs
.
There
was
more
food
in
the
place
,
for
there
had
been
feasts
of
braxy
mutton
,
and
the
hens
were
laying
again
,
and
there
was
milk
in
the
cogies
.
The
faces
of
the
people
had
lost
their
winter
strain
;
the
girls
had
washed
theirs
,
and
fresh
cheeks
and
bright
eyes
were
to
be
seen
on
the
roads
.
Woodilee
had
revived
with
the
spring
,
but
David
as
he
went
among
the
folk
saw
more
than
an
increase
in
bodily
well
-
being
.
.
.
.
There
was
a
queer
undercurrent
of
excitement
-
-
or
was
it
expectation
?
-
-
and
the
thing
was
secret
.
