"He
knows where her soul is, and, as for her body, if you dinna ken
something o' it, I suppose nae man alive does."
"What do you mean, you knave?" said I. "What dark hints are
these you are throwing out? Tell me precisely and distinctly what
you know of my mother?"
"It is unco queer o' ye to forget, or pretend to forget everything
that gate the day, sir," said he. 'I'm sure you heard enough about it
yestreen; an' I can tell you there are some gayan ill-faurd stories
gaun about that business. But, as the thing is to be tried afore the
circuit lords, it wad be far wrang to say either this or that to
influence the public mind; it is best just to let justice tak its swee.
I hae naething to say, sir. Ye hae been a good enough maister to
me, and paid my wages regularly, but ye hae muckle need to be
innocent, for there are some heavy accusations rising against
you."
"I fear no accusations of man," said I, "as long as I can justify my
cause in the sight of Heaven; and that I can do this I am well
aware. Go you and bring me some wine and water, and some
other clothes than these gaudy and glaring ones."
I took a cup of wine and water; put on my black clothes and
walked out.
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