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Isobel
’
s
timidity
,
which
had
been
notable
during
the
Beltane
interview
,
seemed
now
to
have
left
her
.
There
was
a
sincere
emotion
in
her
voice
.
"
I
plead
wi
’
ye
,
sir
,
to
halt
while
yet
there
’
s
time
,
and
if
needs
be
content
yoursel
’
wi
’
private
examination
.
It
’
s
verra
weel
for
Andra
Shillinglaw
,
that
’
s
but
an
incomer
,
and
rakes
the
country
gettin
’
as
he
gangs
,
like
a
cadger
’
s
powny
.
But
you
’
re
the
minister
o
’
Woodilee
,
and
the
fair
fame
o
’
the
parochine
suld
be
as
dear
to
you
as
your
ain
.
If
ye
tak
’
the
gait
ye
speak
o
’
,
ye
’
ll
mak
’
it
a
hissing
and
a
reproach
in
a
’
the
water
of
Aller
.
It
’
s
a
quiet
bien
bit
,
wi
’
douce
folk
weel
agreed
,
and
ye
wad
mak
’
it
a
desolation
,
and
a
’
because
some
daft
lads
and
a
wheen
hellicat
lassies
dance
their
twasomes
in
the
Wud
.
It
’
s
no
as
if
they
did
ill
things
like
garrin
’
the
kye
rin
dry
and
the
weans
dwine
.
"
"
Then
you
admit
knowledge
of
the
sin
?
"
"
I
admit
nocht
,
for
I
ken
nocht
.
Young
folk
will
be
young
folk
,
peety
though
it
be
.
.
.
.
But
for
Chasehope
and
my
auld
gossip
,
Eppie
Lauder
,
the
man
’
s
gyte
that
wad
chairge
them
wi
’
idolatry
-
-
and
you
can
tell
that
to
your
drucken
Reiverslaw
.
"
For
the
first
time
since
he
had
known
her
Isobel
flung
out
of
the
room
in
a
temper
.
Next
day
he
sought
out
Chasehope
,
and
found
him
alone
on
the
hill
.
The
man
greeted
him
with
effusion
.
"
The
Lammas
rains
is
weel
-
timed
this
year
,
Mr
.
Sempill
,
nae
ragin
’
flood
,
but
just
eneuch
to
slocken
the
ground
.
I
start
cuttin
’
the
bog
hay
the
morn
.
I
heard
ye
were
at
Newbiggin
,
sir
,
and
I
trust
ye
found
your
friends
in
guid
health
.
A
blaw
on
the
hills
yonder
is
fine
for
a
body
after
the
lown
air
o
’
Woodilee
.
"
"
I
returned
home
on
the
Lammas
Eve
.
I
ask
you
,
Ephraim
Caird
,
as
you
will
answer
to
your
God
,
where
were
you
in
the
mirk
of
that
night
?
"
The
heavy
face
,
now
brick
-
red
with
summer
suns
,
did
not
change
.
