And ilka place he gaed till — intil wee touns, or cities, or a wheen hooses thegither — they lay doon the sick iʼ the merkit‐places; and besocht him that aiblins they micht touch but the vera fringe oʼ his mantle: and as mony as touched war made hale.
And stauninʼ ahint him, at his feet, she begude to weet his feet wiʼ her tears; and wiped the tears aff wiʼ her hair; and was kissin his feet, and crystit them wiʼ the perfume.
And Jesus said, “Wha isʼt that touchʼd me?” And, whan aʼ war denyin, Peter and they that war wiʼ him, replyʼt, “Maister! the multitudes hem thee in and thrang thee; and sayʼst thou, ‘Wha touched me?’ ”
Sae muckle, that they eʼen cairryʼt oot the sick folk till the causey, and pat them doon on beds and couches, that (gin nae mair), the shadow oʼ Peter, as he cam by, micht faʼ on a wheen oʼ them!