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VII. The First Blast

           TrusttoyourgraundGospelpreachin’,Mr.David,towysefolkabettergait,forifyestartspeirin’abouttheWudye’llstirupabykethatwillstingyesair.Asmyfaitherusedtosay,himthatspitsagainstthewindspitsinhisainface.Trusttoconvictiono’sinbringin’evildoerstorepentance,ashonestMr.Macmichaeldidaforeye."

           "DidMr.Macmichaelknowofthiswickedness?"

           "Icannatell.Naedoothehadaglimmerin’.Buthewasaquietbodywhakeepittotheroadsandhisainfireside,andwasnalikeyoursel’,ayeryngin’thecountrylikeamoss-trooper....Becontent,sir,toletsleepin’tykeslietillyecancatchthemrauvagin’.Ye’veacongregationo’douceeidentfolk,andI’sewarrantye’llleadthemintilthestrauchtandnarrowway.Maybethewarst’snoasillasyethink.Maybeit’sjustasma’backslidin’inthemthat’spilgrimstoSion.They’reweelkennedtobesoundindoctrine,andtherewasmairsignedtheCovenant--"

           "Peace,"hecried."Thisisrankblasphemy,andahorridhypocrisy.WhatcareIforlipservicewhenthereareprofessorswhoarelivingalie?WhoisthereIcantrust?Themanwhoisloudestinhisprofessionmaybeexultinginsecretanddreadfulevil.HewhomIthinkasaintmaybethechiefofsinners.AretherenotrueservantsofChristinWoodilee?"

           "Plenty,"saidIsobel.

           "Butwhoarethey?IhadthoughtRichieSmailattheGreenshielasaint,butamIwrong?"

           "Na,na.Ye’resafewi’Richie."

           "Andyourself,Isobel?"

           Colourcameintoherstrainedface.

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