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XII. The Man with the Squint

           "Iamcrippled,asyousee,sir--anaccursedfail-dykeonMinchmoordidit--andyou’llnotbewantingthiskindofmerchandiselongonyourhands.Adrinkandsixhours’sleepwillsetmeup,andI’llmakeshifttotaketheroad.Letmebideheretillthemorn’snight,andyou’llberidofme."

           "You’llnotbefittomoveforaweek.Youcansleepheresecurely.You’reinafriend’scharge."

           Thesickmanwasanoldsoldierwhotooklifeasitcame.Afterhehaddrunkabowlofgruellacedwithusquebagh,heturnedonhissideandfellasleep.DavidandIsobelwentdowntothekitchenand,withthecandlebetweenthem,lookedateachotherwithsomethinglikeconsternation.

           "Wemustburnthoseclothes,"saidDavid.

           "Na,na.I’llmakeabundleo’themandhidetheminthecupples.It’sbrawraiment,ginitwerecleaned.Butoh,sir,thisisabonnykettleoffish!WhowadhaethochttoseesuchwarkinthemanseofWoodilee?"

           "Itisaworkofmercy."

           "There’ssomewadcallitbyanithername.There’ssomewadsayitwasturnin’backfromthegudefight,andafaintin’andabackslidin’ontheroad.I’dbefearedtothinkwhatyonthrawnministero’Boldwadcallit,butitwadnabemercy.He’dbeforsavin’thepuirladasJaelthewifeofHebertheKenitesavedSisera."

           "Iwillbepartytonosuchwickedness,whichwouldbeanoffenceagainsthumancharityaswellasagainstthelawofChrist."

           "Ay,charity.I’mblithetohearyespeaktheword,sir."Isobel’seyeshadaninclinationtotwinkle.

           "Imustfollowtheguidingofmyownconscience.ButIwouldnotconstrainyou.

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