[Robert Falconer by George MacDonald]@TWC D-Link bookRobert Falconer CHAPTER XII 11/29
That's them 'at believes in him, ye ken.' 'Of coorse, grannie .-- Weel, ye see, I hae been thinkin' o' a plan for maist han' toomin' (almost emptying) hell.' 'What's i' the bairn's heid noo? Troth, ye're no blate, meddlin' wi' sic subjecks, laddie!' 'I didna want to say onything to vex ye, grannie.
I s' gang on wi' the chapter.' 'Ow, say awa'.
Ye sanna say muckle 'at's wrang afore I cry haud,' said Mrs.Falconer, curious to know what had been moving in the boy's mind, but watching him like a cat, ready to spring upon the first visible hair of the old Adam. And Robert, recalling the outbreak of terrible grief which he had heard on that memorable night, really thought that his project would bring comfort to a mind burdened with such care, and went on with the exposition of his plan. 'A' them 'at sits doon to the supper o' the Lamb 'll sit there because Christ suffert the punishment due to their sins--winna they, grannie ?' 'Doobtless, laddie.' 'But it'll he some sair upo' them to sit there aitin' an' drinkin' an' talkin' awa', an' enjoyin' themsel's, whan ilka noo an' than there'll come a sough o' wailin' up frae the ill place, an' a smell o' burnin' ill to bide.' 'What put that i' yer heid, laddie? There's no rizzon to think 'at hell's sae near haven as a' that.
The Lord forbid it!' 'Weel, but, grannie, they'll ken 't a' the same, whether they smell 't or no.
An' I canna help thinkin' that the farrer awa' I thoucht they war, the waur I wad like to think upo' them.
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