Bide ye a bit,
though! WHAN he's gotten't, it's doon they're a' upo' their k-nees
til 'im thegither. But gien they be prood, he's prooder, an' lat
him ance get his heid up, an' rid o' the trustees, an' fowk upo'
their marrow--banes til 'im, haith, he'll lat them sit there, or
I'm mistaen in 'im."
"Then has my lady no companions at all?"
"She gangs whiles to see the doctor's lass, an' whiles she comes
here an' has her denner wi' her, themsel's twa: never anither comes
near the place."
All this time, Cosmo had been turning over the cabbage-ground,
working the harder that he still hoped to work off the sickness
that yet kept growing upon him. The sun was hot, and his head,
which had been aching more or less all day, now began to throb
violently.
The spade dropt from his hands, and he fell on his face in the soft
mould.
"What's this o' 't?" cried the old man, going up to him in a fright.
He caught hold of him by an arm, and turned him on his back. His
face was colourless, and the life seemed to have gone out of him.
CHAPTER XXVI.
LOST AND FOUND.
When Cosmo came to himself, he had not a notion where he was,
hardly indeed knew what he was. His chief consciousness was of an
emptiness and a weight combined, that seemed to paralyze him. He
would have turned on his side, but felt as if a ponderous heap of
bed-clothes prevented him from even raising an arm--and yet he was
cold.
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