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Guy Mannering, Or, the Astrologer — Volume 02 by Sir Walter Scott
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seat, if every step was on a dead man. I have keepit that oath
too. I will be ae step mysell, he (pointing to Hatteraick) will
soon be another, and there will be ane mair yet.'

The clergyman, now interposing, remarked it was a pity this
deposition was not regularly taken and written down, and the
surgeon urged the necessity of examining the wound, previously to
exhausting her by questions. When she saw them removing
Hatteraick, in order to clear the room and leave the surgeon to
his operations, she called out aloud, raising herself at the same
time upon the couch, 'Dirk Hatteraick, you and I will never meet
again until we are before the judgment-seat; will ye own to what I
have said, or will you dare deny it?' He turned his hardened brow
upon her, with a look of dumb and inflexible defiance. 'Dirk
Hatteraick, dare ye deny, with my blood upon your hands, one word
of what my dying breath is uttering?' He looked at her with the
same expression of hardihood and dogged stubbornness, and moved
his lips, but uttered no sound. 'Then fareweel!' she said, 'and
God forgive you! your hand has sealed my evidence. When I was in
life I was the mad randy gipsy, that had been scourged and
banished and branded; that had begged from door to door, and been
hounded like a stray tyke from parish to parish; wha would hae
minded HER tale? But now I am a dying woman, and my words will not
fall to the ground, any more than the earth will cover my blood!'

She here paused, and all left the hut except the surgeon and two
or three women. After a very short examination he shook his head
and resigned his post by the dying woman's side to the clergyman.

A chaise returning empty to Kippletringan had been stopped on the
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