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this winter before the snaw lies twa days on the Dun of Singleside—I want nane o' your siller,' she said, 'to make ye think I am blearing your e'e—fare ye weel till after Martimas,' and there she left us standing."

"Was she a very tall woman?" interrupted Mannering.

"Had she black hair, black eyes, and a cut above the brow?" added the lawyer.

"She was the tallest woman I ever saw, and her hair was as black as midnight, unless where it was grey, and she had a scar abune her brow, that ye might hae laid the lith of your finger in. Naebody that's seen her will ever forget her; and I am morally sure that it was on the ground o' what that gypsey-woman said that my mistress made her will, having ta'en a dislike at the young leddy of Ellangowan; and she liked her far waur after she was obliged to send her 20l.—for she said, Miss Bertram, no content wi' letting the Ellangowan property pass into strange