I s' cairry that, and my
ain bit bundle as weel; syne, I fancy, ye can manage the lave yersel!"
Andrew never had much to say, and this time he had nothing. But her
readiness relieved him of some anxiety; for his mother would be very
uncomfortable if he went home without her!
Maggie's spirits rose to lark-pitch as the darkness came on and deepened;
and the wind became to her a live gloom, in which, with no eye-bound to the
space enclosing her, she could go on imagining after the freedom of her own
wild will. As the world and everything in it gradually disappeared, it grew
easy to imagine Jesus making the darkness light about him, and stepping
from it plain before her sight. That could be no trouble to him, she
argued, as, being everywhere, he must be there. He could appear in any
form, who had created every shape on the face of the whole world! If she
were but fit to see him, then surely he would come to her! For thus often
had her father spoken to her, talking of the varied appearances of the Lord
after his resurrection, and his promise that he would be with his disciples
always to the end of the world.
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