It's
no for naething we're tellt hoo the sinner-women cam til him frae a' sides!
They needit him sair, and cam. Never ane o' them was ower black to be
latten gang close up til him; and some o' sic women un'erstede things he
said 'at mony a respectable wuman cudna get a glimp o'! There's aye rain
eneuch, as Maister Shaksper says, i' the sweet haivens to wash the vera
han' o' murder as white as snow. The creatin hert is fu' o' sic rain. Loe
_him_, lassie, and ye'll never glaur the bonny goon ye broucht white frae
his hert!"
The soutar's face was solemn and white, and tears were running down the
furrows of his cheeks. Maggie too was weeping. At length she said--
Supposin the mither o' my bairnie a wuman like that, can ye think it fair
that _her_ disgrace should stick til _him?_"
"It sticks til him only in sic minds as never saw the lovely greatness o'
God."
"But sic bairns come na intil the warl as God wad hae them come!"
"But your bairnie _is_ come, and that he couldna withoot the creatin wull
o' the Father! Doobtless sic bairnies hae to suffer frae the prood
jeedgment o' their fellow-men and women, but they may get muckle guid and
little ill frae that--a guid naebody can reive them o'.
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