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"But hoo ken ye that he's pleased wi' ye?"
"I said naething aboot that: I said he loes you and me!"
"For that, he maun be pleast wi' ye!"
"I dinna think nane aboot that; I jist tak my life i' my han', and awa' wi'
't til _Him_;--and he's never turned his face frae me yet.--Eh, sir! think
what it would be gien ever he did!"
"But we maunna think o' him ither than he would hae us think."
"That's hoo I'm aye hingin aboot his door, luikin for him."
"Weel, I kenna what to mak o' ye! I maun jist lea' ye to him!"
"Ye couldna dee a kinder thing! I desire naething better frae man or
minister than be left to Him."
"Weel, weel, see til yersel."
"I'll see to _him_, and try to loe my neebour--that's you, Mr. Pethrie.
I'll hae yer shune ready by Setterday, sir. I trust they'll be worthy o'
the feet that God made, and that hae to be shod by me. I trust and believe
they'll nowise distress ye, sir, or interfere wi' yer comfort in preachin.
I'll fess them hame mysel, gien the Lord wull, and that without fail.
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