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With
Isobel
he
exchanged
no
word
save
commonplaces
,
and
the
old
woman
,
who
had
the
air
of
a
scolded
child
,
showed
no
desire
to
talk
.
His
meals
were
set
before
him
in
silence
,
and
silently
the
table
was
cleared
.
Amos
Ritchie
came
to
the
manse
on
some
small
repairing
job
,
and
he
too
seemed
to
be
anxious
to
get
his
work
done
and
leave
.
David
saw
him
arrive
as
he
set
out
for
a
walk
,
and
when
he
returned
the
shoulders
of
the
smith
were
disappearing
past
the
stable
end
.
Wednesday
evening
came
,
an
evening
of
mellow
light
and
a
quiet
sunset
,
and
after
his
early
supper
David
retired
to
his
study
to
prepare
himself
for
his
task
.
He
had
already
written
out
an
account
of
what
he
had
seen
in
the
Wood
and
of
what
he
proposed
to
do
,
and
this
he
signed
and
directed
under
cover
to
Mr
.
Fordyce
at
Cauldshaw
.
Whatever
mischance
befell
him
,
he
had
left
a
record
.
He
had
also
written
a
letter
to
his
father
,
setting
forth
what
,
in
the
event
of
his
death
,
was
to
be
the
destination
of
his
worldly
goods
.
Then
on
his
knees
he
remained
for
a
while
in
prayer
.
The
clock
struck
nine
,
and
he
arose
to
begin
his
journey
,
strapping
the
sword
to
his
middle
,
and
taking
also
a
great
stick
which
the
shepherd
of
the
Greenshiel
had
made
for
him
.
The
moon
would
rise
late
,
and
there
was
ample
time
.
But
he
found
that
the
door
of
his
study
would
not
open
.
It
had
no
lock
,
and
had
hung
on
a
light
hasp
,
but
now
it
seemed
to
have
bolts
and
bars
.
It
was
a
massive
thing
of
oak
,
and
when
he
shook
it
it
did
not
yield
.
He
shouted
for
Isobel
,
but
there
was
no
reply
.
Then
he
assaulted
it
furiously
with
knees
and
feet
and
shoulder
,
but
it
did
not
give
There
was
no
hope
from
the
window
,
which
was
a
small
square
through
which
a
child
could
not
have
crept
.
Further
attacks
on
the
door
followed
,
and
futile
shouting
.
By
the
time
the
late
light
had
faded
from
the
little
window
David
had
acknowledged
the
fact
that
he
was
imprisoned
,
and
his
first
fury
had
ebbed
from
sheer
bodily
fatigue
.
But
the
clock
had
struck
one
before
he
attempted
to
make
a
bed
on
the
floor
,
with
for
pillow
a
bag
of
chaff
which
Isobel
had
placed
there
for
a
winter
footstool
,
and
the
dawn
was
in
the
eastern
sky
before
he
slept
.
He
was
awakened
by
Isobel
in
the
doorway
.
"
Peety
on
us
,
"
she
wailed
,
"
that
sic
a
thing
suld
hae
come
to
this
hoose
!
Hae
ye
spent
the
nicht
in
this
cauld
chamber
and
no
in
your
bed
?
The
wyte
’
s
[
blame
]
on
me
,
for
I
got
Amos
Ritchie
yestereen
to
put
a
bar
on
the
door
,
for
there
’
s
walth
of
guid
books
here
and
I
wad
like
to
steek
the
place
when
ye
’
re
awa
’
to
the
hills
and
me
maybe
in
the
kitchen
.
I
maun
hae
steekit
it
to
see
if
it
wad
wark
,
no
kennin
’
ye
were
in
inside
.
And
syne
I
gaed
doun
to
my
gude
-
brither
’
s
to
speir
after
his
bairn
,
and
I
was
late
in
getting
back
,
and
,
thinks
I
,
the
minister
will
be
in
his
bed
and
I
’
ll
awa
’
to
mine
.
Puir
man
,
ye
’
ll
be
as
stiff
as
a
wand
,
and
ye
’
ll
maybe
hae
got
your
death
o
’
cauld
.
.
.
.
See
and
I
’
ll
get
ye
a
het
drink
,
and
your
parritch
’
s
on
the
boil
.
.
.
.
Wae
’
s
me
that
I
didn
’
tak
’
a
thocht
.
.
.
"
"
Silence
,
woman
,
and
do
not
cumber
your
soul
with
lies
.
"
David
’
s
white
face
as
he
strode
from
the
room
did
more
than
his
words
to
cut
short
Isobel
’
s
laments
.
