[The Merry Men by Robert Louis Stevenson]@TWC D-Link bookThe Merry Men CHAPTER III 70/162
A' the life o' his body, a' the strength o' his speerit, were glowerin' frae his een.
It seemed she was gaun to speak, but wanted words, an' made a sign wi' the left hand.
There cam' a clap o' wund, like a cat's fuff; oot gaed the can'le, the saughs skrieghed like folk; an' Mr.Soulis kenned that, live or die, this was the end o't. 'Witch, beldame, devil!' he cried, 'I charge you, by the power of God, begone--if you be dead, to the grave--if you be damned, to hell.' An' at that moment the Lord's ain hand out o' the Heevens struck the Horror whaur it stood; the auld, deid, desecrated corp o' the witch-wife, sae lang keepit frae the grave and hirsled round by deils, lowed up like a brunstane spunk and fell in ashes to the grund; the thunder followed, peal on dirling peal, the rairing rain upon the back o' that; and Mr. Soulis lowped through the garden hedge, and ran, wi' skelloch upon skelloch, for the clachan. That same mornin', John Christie saw the Black Man pass the Muckle Cairn as it was chappin' six; before eicht, he gaed by the change-house at Knockdow; an' no lang after, Sandy M'Lellan saw him gaun linkin' doun the braes frae Kilmackerlie.
There's little doubt but it was him that dwalled sae lang in Janet's body; but he was awa' at last; and sinsyne the deil has never fashed us in Ba'weary. But it was a sair dispensation for the minister; lang, lang he lay ravin' in his bed; and frae that hour to this, he was the man ye ken the day. OLALLA 'Now,' said the doctor, 'my part is done, and, I may say, with some vanity, well done.
It remains only to get you out of this cold and poisonous city, and to give you two months of a pure air and an easy conscience.
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