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Oh, how she hated the sunshine and the noisy babble of it! How feverishly

she longed for the night, for the shadows in which she could weep, for the

darkness in which she could be herself, for the isolation in which she

could escape fro to her

In that simple co

or a funeral was the affair of every one Women were expected to weep

publicly, and if they wore sackcloth and ashes, to wear it in the sight of

every one Love affairs were discussed without ceremony, and often

arranged in full family conclaves All eneration did a fisher-girl ie would have been really afraid to speak of her love for a gentleman

like Allan Campbell She knehat a storm of advices, perhaps even

of scorn and reproaches, her confidence would be us Raith, and when Christie Buchan told her

Raith's version of their quarrel, she did not hesitate to fly into a

passion of indignation, and stigmatize him freely as "a liar and a

cowardly ne'er-do-weel"

"You'll mak' it up," said Christie, "and marry him when the year is oot

Deed you'll be kind o' forced to, for he'll let nae other lad co after you"

"I'll ne'er old in Fife; and you

ain, I'll strike the lies aff his

black mouth wi' my ain hand" She found a safe vent for her emotions in