But I expect nothing but that both will become heretics as well as disobedient reprobates;'-- that was her addition to that argument.

And then, as the fiend is ever ower busy wi' brains like mine, that are subtle beyond their use and station, I was unhappily permitted to add--But they might be brought to think themselves sae sibb as no Christian law will permit their wedlock.'" Here the Earl of Glenallan echoed her words, with a shriek so piercing as almost to rend the roof of the cottage.--"Ah! then Eveline Neville was not the--the"-- "The daughter, ye would say, of your father ?" continued Elspeth.

"No--be it a torment or be it a comfort to you--ken the truth, she was nae mair a daughter of your father's house than I am." "Woman, deceive me not!--make me not curse the memory of the parent I have so lately laid in the grave, for sharing in a plot the most cruel, the most infernal"-- "Bethink ye, my Lord Geraldin, ere ye curse the memory of a parent that's gane, is there none of the blood of Glenallan living, whose faults have led to this dreadfu' catastrophe ?" "Mean you my brother ?--he, too, is gone," said the Earl.
"No," replied the sibyl, "I mean yoursell, Lord Geraldin.

Had you not transgressed the obedience of a son by wedding Eveline Neville in secret while a guest at Knockwinnock, our plot might have separated you for a time, but would have left at least your sorrows without remorse to canker them.

But your ain conduct had put poison in the weapon that we threw, and it pierced you with the mair force because ye cam rushing to meet it.