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Isobel
’
s
anxious
face
appeared
in
the
doorway
.
"
Ye
’
ve
had
a
graund
sleep
,
sir
.
And
now
ye
’
ll
be
for
a
bite
o
’
meat
?
"
"
I
have
slept
well
,
and
I
am
well
enough
in
body
.
Sit
you
down
,
Isobel
Veitch
,
for
I
have
much
to
say
to
you
.
How
came
I
home
last
night
?
"
The
woman
sat
down
on
the
edge
of
a
chair
,
and
even
in
the
twilight
her
nervousness
was
manifest
.
"
It
wasna
last
nicht
.
It
was
aboot
the
hour
o
’
three
this
mornin
’
,
and
sic
a
nicht
as
I
had
waitin
’
on
ye
!
Oh
,
sir
,
what
garred
ye
no
hearken
to
me
and
gang
to
the
Wud
on
Rood
-
Mass
?
"
"
How
do
you
know
I
was
in
the
Wood
?
"
She
did
not
answer
.
"
Tell
me
,
"
he
said
,
"
how
I
came
home
.
"
"
I
was
ryngin
’
the
hoose
like
a
lost
yowe
,
but
I
didna
daur
gang
outbye
.
At
twal
hours
I
took
a
look
up
the
road
,
and
again
when
the
knock
was
chappin
’
twa
.
Syne
I
dozed
off
in
my
chair
,
till
the
knock
waukened
me
.
That
was
at
three
hours
,
and
as
I
waukened
I
heard
steps
outbye
.
I
keekit
oot
o
’
the
windy
,
but
there
was
naebody
on
the
road
,
just
the
yellow
mune
.
I
prayed
to
the
Lord
to
strengthen
me
,
and
by
-
and
-
by
I
ventured
out
,
but
I
fand
naething
.
Syne
I
took
a
thocht
to
try
the
back
yaird
,
and
my
hert
gied
a
stound
,
for
there
was
yoursel
’
,
Mr
.
David
,
lyin
’
like
a
cauld
corp
aneath
the
aipple
tree
.
Blithe
I
was
to
find
the
breath
still
in
ye
,
but
I
had
a
sair
job
gettin
’
ye
to
your
bed
,
sir
,
for
ye
’
re
a
weary
wecht
for
an
auld
wumman
.
The
sun
was
up
or
I
got
your
wounds
washed
and
salved
,
and
syne
I
sat
by
the
bed
prayin
’
to
the
Lord
that
ye
suld
wauken
in
your
richt
mind
,
for
I
saw
fine
that
the
wounds
o
’
your
body
would
heal
,
but
I
feared
that
the
wits
micht
have
clean
gane
frae
ye
.
And
now
I
am
abundantly
answered
,
for
ye
’
re
speakin
’
like
yoursel
’
,
and
your
een
’
s
as
I
mind
them
,
and
the
blood
’
s
back
intil
your
cheeks
.
The
Lord
be
thankit
!
"
