[Alec Forbes of Howglen by George MacDonald]@TWC D-Link bookAlec Forbes of Howglen CHAPTER XXV 5/7
We're no like you--forced to lat ower (swallow) ony jabble o' lukewarm water that's been stan'in' i' the sun frae year's en' to year's en', jist because the patron pleases to stick a pump intil 't an' ca' 't a well o' salvation.
We'll ken whaur the water comes frae.
We'll taste them a', and cheese accordin'." "Weel, I wadna like the trouble nor yet the responsibility." "I daursay not." "Na.
Nor yet the shame o' pretennin' to jeedge my betters," added George, now a little nettled, as was generally the result at last of Thomas's sarcastic tone. "George," said Thomas solemnly, "nane but them that has the speerit can ken the speerit." With these words, he turned and strode slowly and gloomily out of the shop--no doubt from dissatisfaction with the result of his attempt. Who does not see that Thomas had a hold of something to which George was altogether a stranger? Surely it is something more to stand with Moses upon Mount Sinai, and see the back of God through ever so many folds of cloudy darkness, than be sitting down to eat and drink, or rising up to play about the golden calf, at the foot of the mountain. And that Thomas was possessed of some divine secret, the heart of child Annie was perfectly convinced; the tone of his utterance having a greater share in producing this conviction than anything he had said. As he passed out, she looked up reverently at him, as one to whom deep things lay open, Thomas had a kind of gruff gentleness towards children which they found very attractive; and this meek maiden he could not threaten with the vials of wrath.
He laid his hard heavy hand kindly on her head, saying: "Ye'll be ane o' the Lord's lambs, will ye no? Ye'll gang into the fold efter him, will ye no ?" "Ay will I," answered Annie, "gin He'll lat in Alec and Curly too." "Ye maun mak nae bargains wi' him; but gin they'll gang in, he'll no haud them oot." And away, somewhat comforted, the honest stonemason strode, through the darkness and the rain, to his own rather cheerless home, where he had neither wife nor child to welcome him.
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