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MacDonald, George, 1824-1905

"Alec Forbes of Howglen"

And ye wad never
come near me; and I cudna speak to cry to ye to come; till at last,
whan my hert was like to brak 'cause ye wadna luik at me, ye turned wi'
tears i' yer een, and cam' to the bedside and leaned ower me, and???-"
Here Alec's voice failed him.
"Sae ye see it was nae wonner that I wantit you, whan I fand mysel' a'
my lane i' the dreidfu' place, the very beauty o' which was deidly.
"Weel, that wasna a'. I got mair that day than I thocht ever to get.
Annie, I think what Thomas Crann used to say maun be true. Annie, I
think a body may some day get a kin' o' a sicht o' the face o' God.???-I
was sae dooncast, whan I saw mysel' left ahin', that I sat doon upon a
rock and glowered at naething. It was awfu'. An' it grew waur and waur,
till the only comfort I had was that I cudna live lang. And wi' that
the thocht o' God cam' into my heid, and it seemed as gin I had a
richt, as it war, to call upon him-???I was sae miserable.
"And there cam' ower me a quaietness, and like a warm breath o' spring
air. I dinna ken what it was-???but it set me upo' my feet, and I startit
to follow the lave. Snaw had fa'en, sae that I could hardly see the
track.


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