human
Deil hae me! quo' Tam, for he was a profane swearer. And there was Peden glowering at him, gash an' waefu'; Peden wi' his lang chafts an' luntin' een, the maud happed about his kist, and the hand of him held out wi' the black nails upon the finger-nebs--for he had nae care of the body.
gpt
Fy, fy, poor man! cries he,
human
The conviction of guilt and grace cam in on Tam like the deep sea; he flang doun the pike that was in his hands--
gpt
I will nae mair lift arms against the cause o' Christ!