James More lies shackled in prison; but this time past, they will be bringing him down here daily to the Advocate's..." "The Advocate's ?" I cried.

"Is that... ?" "It is the house of the Lord Advocate, Grant of Prestongrange," said she.

"There they bring my father one time and another, for what purpose I have no thought in my mind; but it seems there is some hope dawned for him.

All this same time they will not let me be seeing him, nor yet him write; and we wait upon the King's street to catch him; and now we give him his snuff as he goes by, and now something else.

And here is this son of trouble, Neil, son of Duncan, has lost my fourpenny-piece that was to buy that snuff, and James More must go wanting, and will think his daughter has forgotten him." I took sixpence from my pocket, gave it to Neil, and bade him go about his errand.