I have known him long, long,--since I was a baby; and he
would perish before he would wrong any one, or see another wronged."
"The Laird did you say," asked Salmon, "your father; he is your father
damsel is he not?"
"I have no other," replied Tamar, "I never knew another. Why do you ask
me?"
"Because," said Rebecca, "he is doting, and thinks more of other
people's concerns than his own."
"Has he ever lost a daughter?" asked Tamar.
"He lost a wife in her youth," answered the old woman, "and he was
almost in his dotage when he married her, and he fancies because you
have black hair, that you resemble her; but there is no more likeness
between you two, than there is between a hooded crow and a raven."
"There is more though, there is much more though," muttered the old man,
"and Jacob saw it too, and owned that he did."
"The fool!" repeated Rebecca, "the fool! did I not tell him that he was
feeding your poor mind with follies; tell me, how should this poor girl
be like your wife?"
The old man shook his head, and answered, "Because, he that made them
both, fashioned them to be so; and Rebecca, I have been thinking that
had my daughter lived, had Jessica lived till now, she would have been
just such a one.
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