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 Morton felt himself heart-sick while be gazed on the dismal spectacle, and recognized in the bloody heads and still more miserable and agonized features of the living sufferers, faces which had been familiar to him during the brief insurrection. He sunk down in a chair in a bewildered and stupified state, from which he was awaked by the voice of Cuddie.

"Lord forgi'e us, sir!" said the poor fellow, his teeth chattering like a pair of nut-crackers, his hair erect like boar's bristles, and his face as pale as that of a corpse—"Lord forgi'e us, sir! we maun instantly gang before the council—O, Lord, what made them send for a puir bodie like me, sae meny braw lords and gentles!—and there's my mother come on the tramp frae Glasgow to see to gar me testify, as she ca's it, that is to say, confess and be hanged; but de'il tak me if they mak sic a goose o' Cuddie, if I can do better. But here's Claverhouse himsel