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At
length
an
occasion
arose
which
threw
the
pair
once
more
into
a
closer
union
.
Mr.
K
--
was
again
short
of
subjects
;
pupils
were
eager
,
and
it
was
a
part
of
this
teacher
's
pretensions
to
be
always
well
supplied
.
At
the
same
time
there
came
the
news
of
a
burial
in
the
rustic
graveyard
of
Glencorse
.
Time
has
little
changed
the
place
in
question
.
It
stood
then
,
as
now
,
upon
a
cross
road
,
out
of
call
of
human
habitations
,
and
buried
fathom
deep
in
the
foliage
of
six
cedar
trees
.
The
cries
of
the
sheep
upon
the
neighbouring
hills
,
the
streamlets
upon
either
hand
,
one
loudly
singing
among
pebbles
,
the
other
dripping
furtively
from
pond
to
pond
,
the
stir
of
the
wind
in
mountainous
old
flowering
chestnuts
,
and
once
in
seven
days
the
voice
of
the
bell
and
the
old
tunes
of
the
precentor
,
were
the
only
sounds
that
disturbed
the
silence
around
the
rural
church
.
The
Resurrection
Man
--
to
use
a
byname
of
the
period
--
was
not
to
be
deterred
by
any
of
the
sanctities
of
customary
piety
.
It
was
part
of
his
trade
to
despise
and
desecrate
the
scrolls
and
trumpets
of
old
tombs
,
the
paths
worn
by
the
feet
of
worshippers
and
mourners
,
and
the
offerings
and
the
inscriptions
of
bereaved
affection
.
To
rustic
neighbourhoods
,
where
love
is
more
than
commonly
tenacious
,
and
where
some
bonds
of
blood
or
fellowship
unite
the
entire
society
of
a
parish
,
the
body-snatcher
,
far
from
being
repelled
by
natural
respect
,
was
attracted
by
the
ease
and
safety
of
the
task
.
To
bodies
that
had
been
laid
in
earth
,
in
joyful
expectation
of
a
far
different
awakening
,
there
came
that
hasty
,
lamp-lit
,
terror-haunted
resurrection
of
the
spade
and
mattock
.
The
coffin
was
forced
,
the
cerements
torn
,
and
the
melancholy
relics
,
clad
in
sackcloth
,
after
being
rattled
for
hours
on
moonless
byways
,
were
at
length
exposed
to
uttermost
indignities
before
a
class
of
gaping
boys
.
Somewhat
as
two
vultures
may
swoop
upon
a
dying
lamb
,
Fettes
and
Macfarlane
were
to
be
let
loose
upon
a
grave
in
that
green
and
quiet
resting-place
.
The
wife
of
a
farmer
,
a
woman
who
had
lived
for
sixty
years
,
and
been
known
for
nothing
but
good
butter
and
a
godly
conversation
,
was
to
be
rooted
from
her
grave
at
midnight
and
carried
,
dead
and
naked
,
to
that
far-away
city
that
she
had
always
honoured
with
her
Sunday
's
best
;
the
place
beside
her
family
was
to
be
empty
till
the
crack
of
doom
;
her
innocent
and
almost
venerable
members
to
be
exposed
to
that
last
curiosity
of
the
anatomist
.
Late
one
afternoon
the
pair
set
forth
,
well
wrapped
in
cloaks
and
furnished
with
a
formidable
bottle
.
It
rained
without
remission
--
a
cold
,
dense
,
lashing
rain
.
Now
and
again
there
blew
a
puff
of
wind
,
but
these
sheets
of
falling
water
kept
it
down
.
Bottle
and
all
,
it
was
a
sad
and
silent
drive
as
far
as
Penicuik
,
where
they
were
to
spend
the
evening
.
They
stopped
once
,
to
hide
their
implements
in
a
thick
bush
not
far
from
the
churchyard
,
and
once
again
at
the
Fisher
's
Tryst
,
to
have
a
toast
before
the
kitchen
fire
and
vary
their
nips
of
whisky
with
a
glass
of
ale
.
When
they
reached
their
journey
's
end
the
gig
was
housed
,
the
horse
was
fed
and
comforted
,
and
the
two
young
doctors
in
a
private
room
sat
down
to
the
best
dinner
and
the
best
wine
the
house
afforded
.
The
lights
,
the
fire
,
the
beating
rain
upon
the
window
,
the
cold
,
incongruous
work
that
lay
before
them
,
added
zest
to
their
enjoyment
of
the
meal
.
With
every
glass
their
cordiality
increased
.
Soon
Macfarlane
handed
a
little
pile
of
gold
to
his
companion
.
'
A
compliment
,
'
he
said
.
'
Between
friends
these
little
d-d
accommodations
ought
to
fly
like
pipe-lights
.
'
Fettes
pocketed
the
money
,
and
applauded
the
sentiment
to
the
echo
.
'
You
are
a
philosopher
,
'
he
cried
.
'
I
was
an
ass
till
I
knew
you
.
You
and
K
--
between
you
,
by
the
Lord
Harry
!
but
you
'll
make
a
man
of
me
.
'
'
Of
course
we
shall
,
'
applauded
Macfarlane
.
'
A
man
?
I
tell
you
,
it
required
a
man
to
back
me
up
the
other
morning
.
There
are
some
big
,
brawling
,
forty-year-old
cowards
who
would
have
turned
sick
at
the
look
of
the
d-d
thing
;
but
not
you
--
you
kept
your
head
.
I
watched
you
.
'
'
Well
,
and
why
not
?
'
Fettes
thus
vaunted
himself
.
'
It
was
no
affair
of
mine
.
There
was
nothing
to
gain
on
the
one
side
but
disturbance
,
and
on
the
other
I
could
count
on
your
gratitude
,
do
n't
you
see
?
'
And
he
slapped
his
pocket
till
the
gold
pieces
rang
.
Macfarlane
somehow
felt
a
certain
touch
of
alarm
at
these
unpleasant
words
.
He
may
have
regretted
that
he
had
taught
his
young
companion
so
successfully
,
but
he
had
no
time
to
interfere
,
for
the
other
noisily
continued
in
this
boastful
strain
:
--
