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But me! na, deil haet o' me! 'She is penitent at least, says M'Brair. 'Do you mean to actually up and tell me to my face that she accused me? cried the curate. 'I canna just say that, replied M'Brair. 'But I rebuked her in the name of God, and she repented before me on her bended knees. 'Weel, I daursay she's been ower far wi' the dragoons, said Haddo. 'I never denied that.
Dead folks may sleep yonder sound enow, but deil haet else." "And what became of you next?" said his master. "I just took to a canny bulkhead, as they ca' them here; that is, the boards on the tap of their bits of outshots of stalls and booths, and there I sleepit as sound as if I was in a castle.
"And what do you expect now, Edie, for being the adviser, and messenger, and guard, and confidential person in all these matters?" "Deil haet do I expect excepting that a' the gentles will come to the gaberlunzie's burial; and maybe ye'll carry the head yoursell, as ye did puir Steenie Mucklebackit's. What trouble was't to me?
Jarvie dismissed me with little formality, with an advice to "gang up the gate to the college, where I wad find some chields could speak Greek and Latin weel at least they got plenty o' siller for doing deil haet else, if they didna do that; and where I might read a spell o' the worthy Mr.
'Captain, said Dinmont, in a half whisper, 'I wish she binna uncanny! her words dinna seem to come in God's name, or like other folks'. Od, they threep in our country that there ARE sic things. 'Don't be afraid, my friend, whispered Bertram in return. 'Fear'd! fient a haet care I, said the dauntless farmer; 'be she witch or deevil, it's a' ane to Dandie Dinmont.
"Deil haet o' me kens," said Ratcliffe; "he'll no likely gang back to ony o' his auld howffs; he'll be off the country by this time. He has gude friends some gate or other, for a' the life he's led; he's been weel educate." "He'll grace the gallows the better," said Mr. Sharpitlaw; "a desperate dog, to murder an officer of the city for doing his duty! Wha kens wha's turn it might be next?
Deil haet he kens mair about it than what's in the declaration, and a surmise that Jeanie Deans suld hae been able to say something about her sister's situation, whilk surmise, Mr. Crossmyloof says, rests on sma' authority. And he's cleckit this great muckle bird out o' this wee egg! He could wile the very flounders out o' the Firth. What garr'd my father no send me to Utrecht?
"And what do you expect now, Edie, for being the adviser, and messenger, and guard, and confidential person in all these matters?" "Deil haet do I expect excepting that a' the gentles will come to the gaberlunzie's burial; and maybe ye'll carry the head yoursell, as ye did puir Steenie Mucklebackit's. What trouble was't to me?
The twa women were obliged to carry the drunk lump to his bedroom and yon lassie far ga'en in consumption, too, they tell me! Ou, he was in a perfectly awful condition perfectly awful!" "Ay, man," nodded Brodie. "I hadna heard o't. Curious that I didna hear o' that!" "It was Drucken Wabster's wife that telled it. There's not a haet that happens at the Gourlays but she clypes.
Whilst he turned over these matters in his mind, the landlord addressed Fenton as follows: "You can go to another room, Fenton. A'm glad to see you in a decent suit of clothes, any way a' hope you'll take yourself up, and avoid drink and low company; for de'il a haet good ever the same two brought anybody; but, before you go, a'll give you a gless o' grog to drink the Glorious Memory.
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