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With that he carried me again to my adventures, which he heard all over again with more particularity, and extraordinary approval, swearing at intervals that I was "a queer character of a callant." "So ye were frich'ened of Sim Fraser?" he asked once. "In troth was I!" cried I. "So would I have been, Davie," said he. "And that is indeed a dreidful man.
With that he carried me again to my adventures, which he heard all over again with more particularity, and extraordinary approval, swearing at intervals that I was "a queer character of a callant." "So ye were frich'ened of Sim Fraser?" he asked once. "In troth was I!" cried I. "So would I have been, Davie," said he. "And that is indeed a driedful man.
"The captain," says he, "would like to speak with your friend. They might speak at the window." "And how do we know what treachery he means?" cried I. "He means none, David," returned Mr. Riach, "and if he did, I'll tell ye the honest truth, we couldnae get the men to follow." "Is that so?" said I. "I'll tell ye more than that," said he. "It's not only the men; it's me. I'm frich'ened, Davie."
With that he carried me again to my adventures, which he heard all over again with more particularity, and extraordinary approval, swearing at intervals that I was "a queer character of a callant." "So ye were frich'ened of Sym Fraser?" he asked once. "In troth was I!" cried I. "So would I have been, Davie," said he. "And that is indeed a dreidful man.
"The captain," says he, "would like to speak with your friend. They might speak at the window." "And how do we know what treachery he means?" cried I. "He means none, David," returned Mr. Riach, "and if he did, I'll tell ye the honest truth, we couldna get the men to follow." "Is that so?" said I. "I'll tell ye more than that," said he. "It's not only the men; it's me. I'm frich'ened, Davie."
I'm frich'ened." They were her last words. It was the lowering nightfall when my lord returned. He had the sunset in his back, all clouds and glory; and before him, by the wayside, spied Kirstie Elliott waiting. She was dissolved in tears, and addressed him in the high, false note of barbarous mourning, such as still lingers modified among Scots heather.
I'm frich'ened." They were her last words. It was the lowering nightfall when my lord returned. He had the sunset in his back, all clouds and glory; and before him, by the wayside, spied Kirstie Elliott waiting. She was dissolved in tears, and addressed him in the high, false note of barbarous mourning, such as still lingers modified among Scots heather.
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