"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.
For all the perplexity that surrounded me, I felt my spirits
considerably buoyant. It appeared that I was rid of the two greatest
bars to my happiness, by what agency I knew not. My mother, it seemed,
was gone, who had become a grievous thorn in my side of late; and my
great companion and counsellor, who tyrannized over every spontaneous
movement of my heart, had likewise taken himself off. This last was an
unspeakable relief; for I found that for a long season I had only been
able to act by the motions of his mysterious mind and spirit. I
therefore thanked God for my deliverance, and strode through my woods
with a daring and heroic step; with independence in my eye, and freedom
swinging in my right hand.
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