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The
point
is
far
finer
than
that
,
sir
.
I
will
construe
your
words
,
for
there
is
an
interpretation
of
them
which
is
rank
heresy
.
"
The
task
of
construing
and
distinguishing
did
not
fare
well
,
for
every
few
minutes
the
teeth
of
Mr
.
Proudfoot
were
shaken
in
his
head
by
his
horse
’
s
vagaries
.
He
had
just
reached
a
point
of
inordinate
subtlety
,
when
the
track
to
Bold
branched
off
,
and
his
animal
,
recognizing
at
last
the
road
home
,
darted
down
it
at
a
rough
gallop
.
The
last
seen
of
the
minister
of
Bold
was
a
massive
figure
swaying
like
a
ship
in
a
gale
,
and
still
,
if
one
might
trust
the
echoes
the
wind
brought
back
,
distinguishing
and
construing
.
Even
Mr
.
Fordyce
’
s
grave
face
smiled
as
he
watched
the
fleeing
Boanerges
.
"
He
is
a
wilful
man
,
and
he
has
a
wilful
beast
.
But
what
is
this
rumour
in
the
countryside
,
Mr
.
David
?
I
fear
that
you
are
finding
Woodilee
a
dour
rig
to
plough
.
"
"
What
do
they
say
in
Cauldshaw
?
"
"
I
have
been
little
about
of
late
,
for
these
last
weeks
I
’
ve
been
sore
troubled
with
my
bowels
.
I
’
m
like
the
Psalmist
-
-
the
Lord
trieth
my
reins
in
the
night
watches
-
-
and
I
’
ve
never
made
out
my
visit
to
you
to
have
a
read
of
Cardanus
.
But
I
cannot
but
hear
orra
bits
of
news
from
the
next
parish
,
and
the
speak
in
the
countryside
is
that
you
have
uncovered
the
nakedness
of
Woodilee
and
preach
siccan
sermons
that
the
een
of
the
folk
turn
inward
in
their
heads
.
What
’
s
the
truth
of
it
,
Mr
.
David
?
My
heart
yearns
over
you
as
if
you
were
my
own
mother
’
s
son
.
"
"
I
have
uncovered
a
great
wickedness
-
-
but
not
yet
all
.
I
wait
and
watch
,
and
when
I
have
fuller
knowledge
I
will
know
better
how
to
act
.
You
told
me
the
first
day
we
met
that
Woodilee
had
an
ill
reputation
,
and
,
sorrow
on
me
!
I
have
proved
the
justice
of
your
words
.
And
I
greatly
fear
that
it
is
the
loudest
professors
that
are
deepest
in
the
mire
.
"
"
Man
,
David
,
that
is
a
grievous
business
.
Is
it
the
Wood
?
"
"
It
is
the
Wood
,
and
the
blackest
kind
of
witchcraft
.
Some
old
devilry
of
the
heathen
has
lingered
in
that
place
,
and
the
soul
of
my
miserable
parish
is
thirled
to
it
.
You
will
not
find
in
Scotland
a
doucer
bit
,
for
there
are
no
public
sins
and
shortcomings
.
Man
,
there
’
s
times
when
Woodilee
seems
as
quiet
and
dead
as
a
kirkyard
.
But
there
’
s
a
mad
life
in
its
members
,
and
at
certain
seasons
it
finds
vent
.
In
the
deeps
of
night
and
in
the
heart
of
the
Wood
there
are
things
done
of
which
it
is
shameful
even
to
speak
.
"
