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From: | Rosamund Mack |
Subject: | [Grace-general] picture |
Date: | Tue, 19 Sep 2006 19:31:45 -0700 |
Her hand was in Davids, aspassive as a plucked
flower. Chasehope cried out, and his voice now was strangled with
terror.
The wind had fallen, and into the air had comethe
softness of spring.
The horses, alarmed by the scuffle, dashedup the
track. The sight affected him with a painful regret. He followed like an obedient
hound, without the needof Davids grasp on his arm. Hell surely no be late on this
heart-searchingday. But he wouldfain have rid Woodilee of that incubus.
The callant is stillgreeting for anither sicht o
the bonny leddy. Isobel will get ready your chamber, for ye cannaleave this
house.
This night we are in a closerbond than man and
wife.
He took herhand and it was dry and
burning.
You are an outcast fromthe commonwealth of Israel.
The Lord will yet judge between us, said David.
He was very tired and hadlost the will to contend.
Our brother is sick and has forgottenhimself.
It seemed to himthat these voices were now like the
distant baying of hounds. Mark took him to his room and made him lie down on his
bed.
Who are you, a minister outed and excommunicat,
that yousuld take to the prophesyin?
Ye have set yoursel up against Gods law and mans
law, and yehave taken a mighty fall. ThePresbytery business was long since
concluded, and the kirk on thebrae was vacant and locked. See to what a pitch
ofesteem he had come from following the narrow way!
It was in one such patch of blackness that David
heard the sound ofa horse behind him.
Heoverbalanced himself and rolled to the ground,
and in a secondDavid was beside him.
Chasehope has riddled out the whole black business,
andhas those that will swear to the man. Here on thescene of your guilt you will
choose your road. Shewill he in the part of the greenwood which was her own, in
theplace she called Paradise.
Fordyce oCauldshaw telled that to the Presbytery.
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