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From: | Elliot Washington |
Subject: | [Free-dev] primitive Anglican |
Date: | Wed, 20 Sep 2006 19:00:22 +0300 |
Though the air was cooland tonic, beast and man
sweated with the smallest exertion.
Theres folk in the parish beginning to speir
questionsthat never speired them before. Puir thing, she got the Devils fee and
bountith, and muckle guidit did her.
I have not seen you for twoweeks, David, and I have
been imagining terrible things. Wrap a fold of your cloak over your mouth and
neverslacken rein till you are back in Calidon.
Oh, haste ye, or yell be smitten like thelave, and
yere ower young and bonny to dee.
The cattle and sheep, in spite of the good pasture,
grewthinner than in the rigours of winter. Katrine, Katrine, David exclaimed in
agony.
Its an armed and mailed sexton you must be, she
said. The two stood before her like prisonersbrought to judgment.
Ye maun kenthat Ive had mony a crack wi our Mr.
Theres a judgment preparin, said Peter, but whatna kind ojudgment I daurna guess.
The conversation was conductedat a distance of a dozen yards. It seemed as if the
same apprehension were felt by the naturalworld. Heather lingered in bloom, and the
leaves were on the ashes andhazels till long after Hallowmass.
Only thenew tenant of Crossbasket mixed amicably
with all.
But thispopularity rested more perhaps on fear than
on affection. I am set about with perplexities, and the hands of many areagainst me.
He laughed as heanswered:A simple divertisement, but good enough for such a
caddis-worm.
You haveturned Woodilee into a lazar-house, and
given the pest a rarebreeding-ground. Yell tak that puir lassie and expose her to
the ill-will o theKirk and the countryside.
His prayers even to himselfseemed idle; at any rate
they fell upon dulled ears. I have heardthat true love can glorify a cot-house.
Rouseyourself, David, and be as eager to save bodies as you ever were tosave souls.
But I say muckle against ye as a minister, and Icanna picture Katrine as the leddy o
a manse. I would have ye get out o Woodilee as fast as a birdwhen the thacks burnin.
The conversation was conductedat a distance of a dozen yards.
Never mind your spiritual consolations,
David.
Though the air was cooland tonic, beast and man
sweated with the smallest exertion.
Its mony a day since we cast een on yehere, Mr.
What arts were yon, the minister asked, that turned the prickerfrom a man into a
jelly?
Sit ye down, sir, and prie our shortcake and
October.
The thing is begowked before it is begun.
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