Summary

Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland…

There was retribution in those diamond eyes."
"What mean you, sir?"
"The bird's eyes that haunt me in my reveries, and enter into the sockets of my dream-beings!"
"Are you mad?"
"No; or the heavens are mad, with their swirling orbs and blazing comets, that rush sighing through space before some terrible power that will give them no respite, except with the condition that when they rest they die."
"Poor youth! so early doomed; I pity you."
"Ay, pity those who have no pity—those are the truly wretched; for pity, in the world's life, is the soul of reason's action.
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland…

Yet, when she looked upon the face of the invalid, so pale and motionless, where so long the shades of grief and the lights of joy had chased each other, by the old decree of human destiny, the words of Paul would occur to her. Was the death that was there impending the result of a more necessary law than that which had ruled every other condition of body or mind which had ever been experienced by the patient sufferer? Then there came the question, Could Walter Grierson so regulate his heart as to force it to love her in preference to Agnes Ainslie?
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland…

A deeper thinker than most of her sex, she felt "the sublimity in terror" of this view of God's ways with man. If she could not resist the resolution to love Walter, how could he resist the love he bore to another? The thought shook her to the heart; nor was she less pained when she reflected on the hapless Paul, with his long-concealed affection, so pure from the sordidness of a desire for money, that he would have toiled for her under the flame of the midnight lamp, continued into the light of the rising sun.
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