"Quite sure."

"When will you have?"

"Never."

"Miss Nora, you don't mane it?"

"Yes, I do, Hannah. I have nothing to do with Andy Neil. I did what
I could for him, but that little failed. You can tell him that if
you like."

"But is it in earnest you are, Miss Nora? Do you mane to say that
you'll let the poor crayther have the roof taken off his cabin? Do
you mane it miss?"

"I wouldn't have the roof taken off his cabin," said Nora; "but
father is away, and he is Andy's landlord, and Andy has done
something to displease him. He had better come and talk to father
himself. I kept my word, and spoke; but I couldn't do anything. Andy
had better talk to father himself; I can do no more."

"You don't guess as it's black rage is in the crayther's heart, and
that there's no crime he wouldn't stoop to," whispered Hannah in a
low, awestruck voice.

"I can't help it, Hannah; I am not going to be frightened. Andy
would not really injure me, not in cold blood."