CHAPTER TWELVE. 

THE DARKEST HOUR BEFORE THE DAWN. 

Many months passed away, during which Andrew Black, clean-shaved, brushed-up, and converted into a very respectable, ordinary-looking artisan, carried on the trade of a turner, in an underground cellar in one of the most populous parts of the Cowgate. Lost in the crowd was his idea of security. And he was not far wrong. His cellar had a way of escape through a back door. Its grated window, under the level of the street, admitted light to his whirling lathe, but, aided by dirt on the glass, it baffled the gaze of the curious. 

His evenings were spent in Candlemaker Row, where, seated by the window with his mother, Mrs. Wallace, and the two girls, he smoked his pipe and commented on Scotland's woes while gazing across the tombs at the glow in the western sky. Ramblin' Peter--no longer a beardless boy, but a fairly well-grown and good-looking youth--was a constant visitor at the Row. Aggie Wilson had taught him the use of his tongue, but Peter was not the man to use it in idle flirtation--nor Aggie the girl to listen if he had done so. They had both seen too much of the stern side of life to condescend on trifling. 

Once, by a superhuman effort, and with an alarming flush of the countenance, Peter succeeded in stammering a declaration of his sentiments. Aggie, with flaming cheeks and downcast eyes, accepted the declaration, and the matter was settled; that was all, for the subject had rushed upon both of them, as it were, unexpectedly, and as they were in the public street at the time and the hour was noon, further demonstration might have been awkward. 
was he completely wrong?
who was clean shaved?
what was his occupation
where?
where was his cellar?
did he have an escape in his cellar?
what did he do at night?
was the glass clean?
what was on it?
who was at the window?
what is his mother name?
who else was at the window?
did peter have a beard?
was he a young boy?
No
And he was not far wrong.
Andrew Black
 Andrew Black, clean-shaved
artisan
Andrew Black, clean-shaved, brushed-up, and converted into a very respectable, ordinary-looking artisan
Cowgate.
 artisan, carried on the trade of a turner, in an underground cellar in one of the most populous parts of the Cowgate.
underground
 underground cellar 
Yes
 His cellar had a way of escape through a back door.
smoked his pipe
His evenings were spent in Candlemaker Row, where, seated by the window with his mother, Mrs. Wallace, and the two girls, he smoked his pipe
No
 aided by dirt on the glass
dirt
dirt on the glass
his mother
seated by the window with his mother
Mrs. Wallace
 his mother, Mrs. Wallace
two girls
 seated by the window with his mother, Mrs. Wallace, and the two girls
Yes
Ramblin' Peter--no longer a beardless boy
a youth
Ramblin' Peter--no longer a beardless boy, but a fairly well-grown and good-looking youth