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"I'm sure I saw her in the cart wi' the Davidsons," said Duncan. "Are you sure?" asked Fergus. "Weel, I did not pass quite close to them, as I ran up here for my horse on hearin' the news," replied Duncan; "but I am pretty sure that I saw her sittin' beside Louise." "Hm! that accoonts for her not being here," said Fergus, running into the stable. "Hold on a bit, Duncan.

"A' didna keep buiks, as ye ken, for a' aye hed a guid memory, so naebody 'ill be harried for money aifter ma deith, and ye 'ill hae nae accoonts tae collect. "But the fouk are honest in Drumtochty, and they 'ill be offerin' ye siller, an' a'll gie ye ma mind aboot it.

Do you see, sir? concluded Robert significantly. 'No, I don't, answered the doctor. 'They say he's a son o' the auld Markis's, that's it. His mither's a randy wife 'at gangs aboot the country a gipsy they say. There's nae doobt aboot her. An' by a' accoonts the father's likly eneuch. 'And how on earth did you come to have such a questionable companion?

"But the bed will want airing," objected the housekeeper. "By a' accoonts, that's the last thing it's likly to want lyin' neist door to yon chaumer. Mrs Courthope yielded and gave him all that was needful, and before night Malcolm had made his new quarters quite comfortable. He did not retire to them, however, until he had seen his grandfather laid down to sleep in his lonely cottage.

"A' didna keep buiks, as ye ken, for a' aye hed a guid memory, so naebody 'ill be harried for money aifter ma deith, and ye 'ill hae nae accoonts tae collect. "But the fouk are honest in Drumtochty, and they 'ill be offerin' ye siller, an' a'll gie ye ma mind aboot it.

"Are ony o' them shaping weel?" Drumsheugh had given himself away, and Domsie laid his first parallel with a glowing account of George Howe's Latinity, which was well received. "Weel, I'm gled tae hear sic accoonts o' Marget Hoo's son; there's naething in Whinnie but what the spune puts in." But at the next move Drumsheugh scented danger and stood at guard.

"A' didna keep buiks, as ye ken, for a' aye hed a guid memory, so naebody 'ill be harried for money aifter ma deith, and ye 'ill hae nae accoonts tae collect. "But the fouk are honest in Drumtochty, and they 'ill be offerin' ye siller, an' a'll gie ye ma mind aboot it.