[The Antiquary by Sir Walter Scott]@TWC D-Link bookThe Antiquary CHAPTER NINETEENTH 5/9
I am sure there's naebody can blame me--he wasna my son, and she was my mistress.
Ye ken how the rhyme says--I hae maist forgotten how to sing, or else the tune's left my auld head-- "He turn'd him right and round again, Said, Scorn na at my mither; Light loves I may get mony a ane, But minnie neer anither. Then he was but of the half blude, ye ken, and her's was the right Glenallan after a'.
Na, na, I maun never maen doing and suffering for the Countess Joscelin--never will I maen for that." Then drawing her flax from the distaff, with the dogged air of one who is resolved to confess nothing, she resumed her interrupted occupation. "I hae heard," said the mendicant, taking his cue from what Oldbuck had told him of the family history--"I hae heard, cummer, that some ill tongue suld hae come between the Earl, that's Lord Geraldin, and his young bride." "Ill tongue ?" she said in hasty alarm; "and what had she to fear frae an ill tongue ?--she was gude and fair eneugh--at least a' body said sae.
But had she keepit her ain tongue aff ither folk, she might hae been living like a leddy for a' that's come and gane yet." "But I hae heard say, gudewife," continued Ochiltree, "there was a clatter in the country, that her husband and her were ower sibb when they married." "Wha durst speak o' that ?" said the old woman hastily; "wha durst say they were married ?--wha ken'd o' that ?--Not the Countess--not I.If they wedded in secret, they were severed in secret--They drank of the fountains of their ain deceit." "No, wretched beldam!" exclaimed Oldbuck, who could keep silence no longer, "they drank the poison that you and your wicked mistress prepared for them." "Ha, ha!" she replied, "I aye thought it would come to this.
It's but sitting silent when they examine me--there's nae torture in our days; and if there is, let them rend me!--It's ill o' the vassal's mouth that betrays the bread it eats." "Speak to her, Edie," said the Antiquary; "she knows your voice, and answers to it most readily." "We shall mak naething mair out o' her," said Ochiltree.
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