She spoke in such a voice of troubled entreaty as he had never heard from her before, but which yet woke a strange vibration of memory in his deepest heart .-- Yes, it was his father's voice it reminded him of! So had he cried in prayer the last time he ever heard him speak.

What she said was nearly this: "O Lord, gin ye wad but say what ye wad hae deen! Whan a body disna ken yer wull, she's jist driven to distraction.

Thoo knows, my Maister, as weel's I can tell ye, 'at gien ye said till me, 'That man's gauin' to cut yer thro't: tak the tows frae him, an' lat him up,' I wad rin to dee't.

It's no revenge, Lord; it's jist 'at I dinna ken.

The man's dune me no ill, 'cep' as he's sair hurtit yer bonnie Gibbie.