Angus laid his hand on her shoulder.

She turned on him, and opening her mouth wide, screamed at him like a wild animal, with all the hatred of mingled love and fear; then threw herself on the boy, and covered his body with her own.

Angus, stooping to remove her, saw Gibbie's face, and became uncomfortable.
"He's deid! he's deid! Ye've killt him, Angus! Ye're an ill man!" she cried fiercely.

"I hate ye.

I'll tell on ye.