Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume XXIII by Various
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head-covering, was illuminated by a gleam from the light she carried.
She gave them little opportunity for examination, having hurried away as if she had been afraid of being searched for stolen property. "Isbel Napier," whispered Mrs. Hislop; "she wha first brought evil into the house of the Napiers, with all its woe." "And who bodes us small hope here," said he, "if she has been with the nurse." And entering the room from which the ill-omening woman had issued, they found another, even her of whom they were in search, sitting by the fire, torpid and corpulent, to a degree which indicated that as it had been her trade to nurse others, she had not forgotten herself in her ministrations. "Mrs. Temple," said Mr. White, who saw the policy of speaking fair the woman who had been so recently in the company of an evil genius; "I am glad to find you so stout and hearty." "Neither o' the twa, sir," replied she; "for I am rather weak and heartless. Many a ane I hae nursed into health and strength, but a' nursing comes hame in the end." "And some, no doubt, have died under your care," continued the writer, with a view to introduce his subject; "and therefore you should be grateful for the life that is still spared to you. You could not save the life of Mrs. Napier." "That's an auld story, and a waefu' ane," she replied, with a side-look |
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