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"
What
?
"
cries
the
carter
,
in
so
sharp
a
note
that
his
very
horse
started
;
and
then
,
"
Well
,
mannie
,
"
he
added
,
"
it
's
nane
of
my
affairs
;
but
ye
seem
a
decent-spoken
lad
;
and
if
ye
'll
take
a
word
from
me
,
ye
'll
keep
clear
of
the
Shaws
.
"
The
next
person
I
came
across
was
a
dapper
little
man
in
a
beautiful
white
wig
,
whom
I
saw
to
be
a
barber
on
his
rounds
;
and
knowing
well
that
barbers
were
great
gossips
,
I
asked
him
plainly
what
sort
of
a
man
was
Mr.
Balfour
of
the
Shaws
.
"
Hoot
,
hoot
,
hoot
,
"
said
the
barber
,
"
nae
kind
of
a
man
,
nae
kind
of
a
man
at
all
;
"
and
began
to
ask
me
very
shrewdly
what
my
business
was
;
but
I
was
more
than
a
match
for
him
at
that
,
and
he
went
on
to
his
next
customer
no
wiser
than
he
came
.
I
can
not
well
describe
the
blow
this
dealt
to
my
illusions
.
The
more
indistinct
the
accusations
were
,
the
less
I
liked
them
,
for
they
left
the
wider
field
to
fancy
.
What
kind
of
a
great
house
was
this
,
that
all
the
parish
should
start
and
stare
to
be
asked
the
way
to
it
?
or
what
sort
of
a
gentleman
,
that
his
ill-fame
should
be
thus
current
on
the
wayside
?
If
an
hour
's
walking
would
have
brought
me
back
to
Essendean
,
I
had
left
my
adventure
then
and
there
,
and
returned
to
Mr.
Campbell
's
.
But
when
I
had
come
so
far
a
way
already
,
mere
shame
would
not
suffer
me
to
desist
till
I
had
put
the
matter
to
the
touch
of
proof
;
I
was
bound
,
out
of
mere
self-respect
,
to
carry
it
through
;
and
little
as
I
liked
the
sound
of
what
I
heard
,
and
slow
as
I
began
to
travel
,
I
still
kept
asking
my
way
and
still
kept
advancing
.
It
was
drawing
on
to
sundown
when
I
met
a
stout
,
dark
,
sour-looking
woman
coming
trudging
down
a
hill
;
and
she
,
when
I
had
put
my
usual
question
,
turned
sharp
about
,
accompanied
me
back
to
the
summit
she
had
just
left
,
and
pointed
to
a
great
bulk
of
building
standing
very
bare
upon
a
green
in
the
bottom
of
the
next
valley
.
The
country
was
pleasant
round
about
,
running
in
low
hills
,
pleasantly
watered
and
wooded
,
and
the
crops
,
to
my
eyes
,
wonderfully
good
;
but
the
house
itself
appeared
to
be
a
kind
of
ruin
;
no
road
led
up
to
it
;
no
smoke
arose
from
any
of
the
chimneys
;
nor
was
there
any
semblance
of
a
garden
.
My
heart
sank
.
"
That
!
"
I
cried
.
The
woman
's
face
lit
up
with
a
malignant
anger
.
"
That
is
the
house
of
Shaws
!
"
she
cried
.
"
Blood
built
it
;
blood
stopped
the
building
of
it
;
blood
shall
bring
it
down
.
See
here
!
"
she
cried
again
--
"
I
spit
upon
the
ground
,
and
crack
my
thumb
at
it
!
Black
be
its
fall
!
If
ye
see
the
laird
,
tell
him
what
ye
hear
;
tell
him
this
makes
the
twelve
hunner
and
nineteen
time
that
Jennet
Clouston
has
called
down
the
curse
on
him
and
his
house
,
byre
and
stable
,
man
,
guest
,
and
master
,
wife
,
miss
,
or
bairn
--
black
,
black
be
their
fall
!
"
And
the
woman
,
whose
voice
had
risen
to
a
kind
of
eldritch
sing-song
,
turned
with
a
skip
,
and
was
gone
.
I
stood
where
she
left
me
,
with
my
hair
on
end
.
In
those
days
folk
still
believed
in
witches
and
trembled
at
a
curse
;
and
this
one
,
falling
so
pat
,
like
a
wayside
omen
,
to
arrest
me
ere
I
carried
out
my
purpose
,
took
the
pith
out
of
my
legs
.
I
sat
me
down
and
stared
at
the
house
of
Shaws
.
The
more
I
looked
,
the
pleasanter
that
country-side
appeared
;
being
all
set
with
hawthorn
bushes
full
of
flowers
;
the
fields
dotted
with
sheep
;
a
fine
flight
of
rooks
in
the
sky
;
and
every
sign
of
a
kind
soil
and
climate
;
and
yet
the
barrack
in
the
midst
of
it
went
sore
against
my
fancy
.
Country
folk
went
by
from
the
fields
as
I
sat
there
on
the
side
of
the
ditch
,
but
I
lacked
the
spirit
to
give
them
a
good-e
'
en
.
At
last
the
sun
went
down
,
and
then
,
right
up
against
the
yellow
sky
,
I
saw
a
scroll
of
smoke
go
mounting
,
not
much
thicker
,
as
it
seemed
to
me
,
than
the
smoke
of
a
candle
;
but
still
there
it
was
,
and
meant
a
fire
,
and
warmth
,
and
cookery
,
and
some
living
inhabitant
that
must
have
lit
it
;
and
this
comforted
my
heart
.
