Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"It's weel ye think sae," replied Cowie, with a satirical tone; "but if
I'm no cheated, ye're on the brink o' some fearfu' disease. Get up on
your cart, man; hasten to Cupar, an' speak to Doctor Lowrie. It's a braw
thing to tak diseases in time."
"If a white face is a' ye judge by," said George, attempting to make
light of the matter, "I can remove it by an application to Betty's
cordial."
"Ay, do that," said Cowie ironically, "and add fuel to the flame. If I
werena your friend, I wadna tak this liberty wi' ye. I assure ye again,
an' I hae some judgment o' thae matters, that ye're very ill. That's no
an ordinary paleness: your lips are blue, an' your eyes dull an'
heavy--sure signs o' an oncome. Haste ye to Cupar an' get advice, an' ye
may yet ca' me your best friend."
As he finished these words, Cowie turned to proceed onwards towards
Newport.
"Ye've either said owre little or owre muckle, James," replied George,
after a slight pause, and resigning his carelessness.
"I hae just said the truth, George," added Cowie; "but I maun be in
Dundee by one o'clock, an' canna wait. I'll say naething to Mrs.
Skirving to alarm her; but, for God's sake, tak my advice, an' consult
Doctor Lowrie."
He proceeded on his journey, leaving Skirving in doubt and perplexity.
At first he was considerably affected by Cowie's speech and manner,
because he knew him to be a serious man, and averse to all manner of
joking. It was possible, he admitted, that a disease might be lurking
secretly in his vitals, unknown to himself, but discernible to another;
and the circumstance of his wife having put the flask of cordial in his
coat-pocket, seemed to indicate that she had observed something wrong
before he set out, and had been afraid to communicate it to him, in case
it might alarm him. His spirits sank, as this confirmation of Cowie's
statement came to his mind; he put his right hand to his left wrist, to
feel the state of the pulse, and, as might have been expected,
discovered (for he overlooked the effects of his fear) that it was much
quicker than it used to be when he was in perfect health.
Having been taken thus by surprise, he remained in a state of
considerable depression for some time; but when he came to think of the
inadequate grounds of his alarm, he began to rally; and his mind,
rebounding, as it were, on the cessation of the depressing reverie,
threw off the fear, and he recovered so far his natural courage as to
laugh at the strange fancy that had taken possession of him.
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