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"
The
folk
o
’
the
Chasehope
-
fit
,
"
Reiverslaw
cried
.
"
Ay
,
they
wad
be
there
.
They
’
ve
aye
been
ill
-
regarded
.
"
"
And
old
Alison
Geddie
in
the
kirkton
.
"
"
A
daft
auld
wife
,
that
skellochs
like
a
sea
-
maw
!
"
"
And
Eppie
Lauder
from
Mirehope
road
-
end
.
"
Richie
Smail
groaned
.
"
The
widow
of
a
tried
Christian
,
Mr
.
Sempill
.
A
dacenter
body
than
Wattie
Lauder
never
walked
the
roads
.
It
’
s
terrible
to
think
o
’
the
Deil
’
s
grip
on
the
household
o
’
faith
.
"
"
And
Bessie
Tod
from
the
Mains
.
"
"
Peety
on
us
,
but
I
sat
neist
her
at
the
March
fast
-
day
when
Mr
.
Proudfoot
preached
,
and
she
was
granin
’
and
greetin
’
like
a
bairn
.
Ye
surely
maun
be
in
error
,
sir
.
Bessie
was
never
verra
strong
in
the
heid
,
and
she
hasna
the
wits
for
the
Deil
’
s
wark
!
"
"
Nevertheless
she
was
there
.
I
am
as
certain
of
it
as
that
I
was
myself
in
the
tree
-
top
.
Of
others
I
have
suspicions
,
but
of
these
five
I
have
certainty
.
"
Reiverslaw
rubbed
his
great
hands
.
"
Our
business
gangs
cannily
forward
.
We
’
ve
gotten
the
names
o
’
six
o
’
the
coven
and
can
guess
at
ithers
.
Man
,
we
’
ll
hae
a
riddlin
’
in
Woodilee
that
will
learn
the
folk
no
to
be
ill
bairns
.
Ye
’
ll
be
for
namin
’
them
frae
the
pu
’
pit
,
sir
?
"
