How little they know what they look for in reality is their
God! This is that for which their heart and their flesh cry out.
Lead, lead me on, my Hopes. I know that ye are true and not vain.
Vanish from my eyes day after day, but arise in new forms. I will
follow your holy deception;???-follow till ye have brought me to the feet
of my Father in Heaven, where I shall find you all with folded wings
spangling the sapphire dusk whereon stands His throne, which is our
home.
"What do ye want sae ear's this, Annie Anderson?"
Margaret's first thought was always???-"What can the body be wantin'?"
"I want ye to tak' me in for a while," answered Annie.
"For an hoor or twa? Ow ay."
"Na. For a week or twa maybe."
"'Deed no. I'll do naething o' the kin', Lat them 'at made ye prood,
keep ye prood."
"I'm nae prood, auntie. What gars ye say that?"
"Sae prood 'at ye wadna tak' a gude offer whan it was i' yer pooer. And
syne they turn ye oot whan it shuits themsels. Gentle fowks is sair
misca'd (misnamed). I'm no gaein' to tak' ye in. There's Dawvid Gordon
wants a lass. Ye can jist gang till a place like ither fowk."
"I'll gang and luik efter 't direckly.
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