He loathed sin and would compel the sinner also to loathe it.
Now he came up, tall and darkly clad, and in his Calvinistic hand his Bible.
"Gude day, sir!" "Good day, Mr.M'Nab!" The two went on side by side.

The day was very still, the sky an even gray, snow being prepared.

"You saw the laird ?" "Aye.

He's verra low." "He'll not recover I think.

It's been a slow failing for two years--ever since Mrs.Jardine's death." "She was dead before I came to this kirk.