"Hoo are ye, auld frien'?" said Cupples.
"Auld as ye say, sir, and nae muckle farrer on nor whan I begud. I
whiles think I hae profited less than onybody I ken. But eh, sir, I wad
be sorry, gin I was you, to dee afore I had gotten a glimp o' the face
o' God."
"Hoo ken ye that I haena gotten a glimp o' that same?"
"Ye wad luik mair solemn like," answered Thomas.
"Maybe I wad," responded Cupples, seriously.
"Man, strive to get it. Gie Him no rist, day nor nicht, till ye get it.
Knock, knock, knock, till it be opened till ye."
"Weel, Thomas, ye dinna seem sae happy yersel', efter a'. Dinna ye
think ye may be like ane that's tryin' to see the face o' whilk ye
speyk throu a crack i' the door, in place o' haein patience till it's
opened?"
But the suggestion was quite lost upon Thomas, who, after a gloomy
pause, went on.
"Sin's sic an awfu' thing," he began; when the door opened, and in
walked James Dow.
His entrance did not interrupt Thomas, however.
"Sin's sic an awfu' thing! And I hae sinned sae aften and sae lang,
that maybe He'll be forced efter a' to sen' me to the bottomless pit."
"Hoot, hoot, Thamas! dinna speyk sic awfu' things," said Dow.
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