" Feeble greishogh,"* she said, as she lighted, by the help of a
match, a splinter of bog pine which was to serve the place of a
candle ; " weak greishogh, soon shalt thou be put out for ever, and
may Heaven grant that the life of Elspat MacTavish have no longer
duration than thine ! "
While she spoke she raised the blazing light towards the bed, no

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