ens was audible. I moved gently from Morags side. As I rose, Maisie passed beneath thewindow on her way to the byre. As her wont was, poor wild wildered lass,she was singing fitfully. It was the same ballad again. But we heard asingle verse only. For I have killed a man, she said, A better man than… … THE UNLOVED
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