The despair in her look
was so evident as to deprive even him of the power of asking the cause.
"O my bairn!" she cried, "gang na forward--gang na forward--it's a sight
to kill onybody, let alane thee."
"In God's name, what's the matter?" said the astonished horseman,
endeavouring to extricate his bridle from the grasp of the old woman;
"for Heaven's sake, let me go and see what's the matter."
"Ohon! that I should have lived to see the day!--The steading's a' in
a low, and the bonny stack-yard lying in the red ashes, and the gear a'
driven away. But gang na forward; it wad break your young heart, hinny,
to see what my auld een hae seen this morning."
"And who has dared to do this? let go my bridle, Annaple--where is my
grandmother--my sisters?--Where is Grace Armstrong?--God!--the words of
the warlock are knelling in my ears!"
He sprang from his horse to rid himself of Annaple's interruption, and,
ascending the hill with great speed, soon came in view of the spectacle
with which she had threatened him.
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