"He's a villain, and I wad gie him all that he gave of villainy!" "That is right," said Alexander, "to look at it simply!" He felt that those were his friends who felt in this as did he.
On the moor, riding homeward, he saw before him Jarvis Barrow.
Dismounting, he met the old man beside a cairn, placed there so long ago that there was only an elfin story for the deeds it commemorated.
"Gude day, Glenfernie! So that Hieland traitor did not slay ye ?" "No." Jarvis Barrow, white-headed, strong-featured, far yet, it seemed, from incapacitating old age, took his seat upon a great stone loosened from the mass.

He leaned upon his staff; his collie lay at his feet.

"Many wad say a lang time, with the healing in it of lang time, since a fause lover sang in the ear of my granddaughter, in the glen there!" "Aye, many would say it." "I say 'a fause lover.' But the ane to whom she truly listened is an aulder serpent than he ...

wae to her!" "No, no!" "But I say 'aye!' I am na weak! She that worked evil and looseness, harlotry, strife, and shame, shall she na have her hire?
As, Sunday by Sunday, I wad ha' set her in kirk, before the congregation, for the stern rebuking of her sin, so, mak no doubt, the Lord pursues her now! Aye, He shakes His wrath before her eyes! Wherever she turns she sees 'Fornicatress' writ in flames!" "No!" "But aye!" "Where she was mistaken--where, maybe, she was wilfully blind--she must learn.

Not the learning better, but the old mistake until it is lost in knowledge, will clothe itself in suffering! But that is but a part of her! If there is error within, there is also Michael within to make it of naught! She releases herself.