This latter possibly added not a little to her unhappiness, for it gave birth to a fearful doubt as to the final safety of kind Mr Cowie himself.
But there was one man who knew more about such secret things, she fully believed, than any man alive; and that man was Thomas Crann.

Thomas was a rather dreadful man, with his cold eyes, high shoulders, and wheezing breath; and Annie was afraid of him.

But she would have encountered the terrors of the Valley of the Shadow of Death, as surely as the Pilgrim, to get rid of the demon nightmare that lay upon her bosom, crushing the life out of her heart.

So she plucked up courage, like Christian of old, and resolved to set out for the house of the Interpreter.

Judging, however, that he could not yet be home from his work, she thought it better to go home herself first.
After eating a bit of oat cake, with a mug of blue milk for _kitchie_ (Latin "obsonium"), she retired to her garret and waited drearily, but did not try to pray..