It's no a common love that
Maggie beirs to her Lord; and gien ye loed her wi' a luve worthy o' her, ye
would see that!"
"Then you will promise me not to interfere?"
"I'll promise ye naething, sir, excep to do my duty by her--sae far as I
understan' what that duty is. Gien I thoucht--which the God o' my life
forbid!--that Maggie didna lo'e him as weel at least as I lo'e him, I would
gang upo' my auld knees til her, to entreat her to loe him wi' a' her heart
and sowl and stren'th and min';--and whan I had done that, she micht merry
wha she wad--hangman or minister: no a word would I say! For trouble she
maun hae, and trouble she wull get--I thank my God, who giveth to all men
liberally and upbraideth not!"
"Then I am free to do my best to win her?"
"Ye are, sir; and mair--afore the morn's mornin, I winna pass a word wi'
her upo the subjeck."
"Thank you, sir," returned the minister, and took his leave.
"A fine lad! a fine lad!" said the soutar aloud to himself, as he resumed
the work for a moment interrupted,"--but no clear--no crystal-clear--no
clear like the Son o' Man!"
He looked up, and saw his daughter in the doorway.
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