mitchel
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| holland eftir pentland james mitchel | mitchel | did not speak lauder strained |
| alone with him lauder found | mitchel | equally suspicious of his family |
| on the altar for christ | mitchel | lauder observed seemed to swing |
| tae holland eftir pentland james | mitchel | mitchel did not speak lauder |
| only made lauder feel worse | mitchel | shook his head that s |
| beg ye lauder waited for | mitchel | to go on but he |
| praises to him no said | mitchel | all of them weir insisted |
| when weir spoke of it | mitchel | hated him for having betrayed |
| thomas weir had appeared to | mitchel | his hair white and matted |
| major weir in the tolbooth | mitchel | nodded i confess it and |
| tae hear aboot major weir | mitchel | s brow furrowed whit s |
| weir cackled the sound turned | mitchel | s stomach no that auld |
| could still hear weir ranting | mitchel | sucked in great gasps of |
| jean was your sister said | mitchel | weir cackled the sound turned |
| him in secret haivers said | mitchel | weir was ayont speakin ye |
| other news off the street | mitchel | waited and he listened he |
| his voice was barely audible | mitchel | waited hae ye brocht me |
| aye whit like was he | mitchel | shook his head like naethin |
| deid when they burnt him | mitchel | shook his head mebbe no |
| preaching and praying na said | mitchel | i believe ye are ayont |
| ken i felt the change | mitchel | was silent appalled there was |
| believe she tellt the truth | mitchel | was silent he lay back |
| hope and yet even here | mitchel | felt his feelings divide he |
| our feelings were god s | mitchel | tried to speak in the |
| me naethin i dinna ken | mitchel | sneered whit is it ye |
| your hats from his bed | mitchel | asked whit did jean say |
| spoke of it had evaded | mitchel | then and he still found |
| me say thae three words | mitchel | had come back to scotland |
| dinna speak thae words said | mitchel | these are god s holy |
| he took more water james | mitchel | he said contemplatively ye crossed |
| with him i am james | mitchel | him they say that shot |
| him again i am james | mitchel | that ye helped in the |
| and seemed surprised to see | mitchel | there he seized him by |
| all after so many years | mitchel | felt as if darkness were |
| didna misken ye did she | mitchel | sat up ye are an |
| to death the next day | mitchel | took his hand and sat |
| rise to the challenge in | mitchel | s voice there was another |
| had ever said that to | mitchel | before it reminded him of |
| his ain coonsel but said | mitchel | choice willna be in it |
| tae think on it said | mitchel | dryly but ye must instruct |
| of her sweet jesus said | mitchel | he was choking on something |
| under again ye unnerstaun said | mitchel | i hae nae fear o |
| somethin frae ye he said | mitchel | laughed scornfully aye awbody would |
| he fouls himsel he said | mitchel | lurched outside and vanse closed |
| was made mad by satan | mitchel | said flatly the jurors had |
| a scuggie fellow like masel | mitchel | said ma case will be |
| was a long silence finally | mitchel | said whit dae ye mean |
| june 1677 edinburgh april 1670 | mitchel | said why are ye here |
| she looked up placidly sandy | mitchel | looked behind him he shrugged |
| be sin it was god | mitchel | thought of what it was |
| was unlocked it was vanse | mitchel | had paid him to be |
| hands ye canna deny it | mitchel | pushed him away he stood |
| him not let him go | mitchel | realised he was entirely at |
| stared ahead in a dwam | mitchel | told him again i am |
| yer case is done maister | mitchel | whit for dae ye think |
| all he could smell was | mitchel | s body the dankness of |
| me power over all things | mitchel | struggled to overpower his body |
| respond he could almost feel | mitchel | struggling to resist asking the |
| feet he drank more water | mitchel | did not call out they |
| of water by the door | mitchel | fetched it and pouring some |
| onybody s but ma ain | mitchel | did not look convinced his |
| did not have all this | mitchel | knew and believed but to |
| an ancient episode by bringing | mitchel | into the public eye again |
| they were better off with | mitchel | where he was mouldering away |
| saw that i was destroyed | mitchel | could take no more he |
| with the prurient and gleeful | mitchel | stern faced was among the |
| least of it was true | mitchel | was a two day walk |
| the foul breath poured onto | mitchel | s face we are all |
| never had grace at all | mitchel | shivered the shadows in the |
| spare that for her surely | mitchel | held a coin out for |
| muve ae hivvie wecht mr | mitchel | the faither selt this vehicle |
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