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CHAPTER XVI.
GOODY CAMPBELL'S STORY.
"A coldness dwells within thy heart,
A cloud is on thy brow;
We have been friends together—
Shall a light word part us now?"
"Ye hae set me a hard task, Alice,"
began her grandmother; "harder
far than ye ken, for the story
ye ask is sair to hear an' sair
to tell; but 'the willfu' mon maun hae his
way,' an' if it makes yer ain heart as heavy
as mine, ye will remimber ye wad hae me
speak.
"It's an ower lang tale, lass—for to gar ye onderstan' hoo it a' came aboot, I maun needs gae far bock, an' tell ye somethin' o' my ain youth. Like yer mither an' yersel', I wa' an on'y child, an', like her too, an' yer-*sel', I wa' called fair to luke upon, an' had a quick, passionate temper—I think these things rin in our bluid.
