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'And what may ya be, friend? said the Gifted Gilfillan. 'A puir pedler, that's bound for Stirling, and craves the protection of your honour's party in these kittle times. Ah! your honour has a notable faculty in searching and explaining the secret, aye, the secret and obscure and incomprehensible causes of the backslidings of the land; aye, your honour touches the root o' the matter.
"The devil it did! How was that?" "Your honour's clothes that you left behind, sir, when you were transmuted, as my lord would say, were stolen." "And you value them at five shillings! I ought to crack your head for you." "Yes, sir. Cast-offs sells very cheap, sir. But the coincidence, sir! I've not really come to that yet." "Go on, William! You interest me deeply."
"No one better nor worse than Richard Fid," returned the individual in question, lifting his head from out a locker, into which it had been thrust, as though its owner searched for some mislaid implement, and who added a little quickly, when he ascertained by whom he was addressed, "and always at your Honour's orders." "Ah!
"Your name is James Ratcliffe?" said the magistrate. "Ay always wi' your honour's leave." "That is to say, you could find me another name if I did not like that one?" "Twenty to pick and choose upon, always with your honour's leave," resumed the respondent. "But James Ratcliffe is your present name? what is your trade?"
"If it's your honour's pleasure," he said, "I will detail a detachment, and go out and bring in two or three of these deserters; by which means we shall get into their secrets." "A detachment, Joyce!" answered the captain, eyeing his subordinate a little curiously "What troops do you propose to tell-off for the service?"
And truly, Sir, as heretofore I have thought hardly of him, being led by a superficial judgment of things as they stood in outward appearance; so now, having pierced deep, and weighed causes by a sounder and more deliberate consideration, I find myself somewhat changed in conceit not so much carried away by the sweetness of his speech, as confirmed by the force of his religious profession, wherein he remaineth constant, without wavering an argument of great strength to set him free from treacherous attempts; but as I am herein least able and most unworthy to yield any censure, much less to give advice, so I leave the man and the matter to your honour's opinion.
Barry, isn't this the time then to open yer honour's hand, when Miss Anty, God bless her, is afther making sich a great match for the family? Glory be to God!" "What d'ye mean, you ruffian?" "Isn't the Kellys great people intirely, Mr. Barry? and won't it be a great thing for Miss Anty, to be sib to a lord? Shure yer honour'd not be refusing me this blessed day."
"What do you mean by bringing such a creature as that here, sir? and where is the pony you rode to Glasgow upon?" were my very natural and impatient inquiries. "I sell't it, sir. It was a slink beast, and wad hae eaten its head aff, standing at Luckie Flyter's at livery. And I hae bought this on your honour's account. It's a grand bargain cost but a pund sterling the foot that's four a'thegither.
"What do you mean by bringing such a creature as that here, sir? and where is the pony you rode to Glasgow upon?" were my very natural and impatient inquiries. "I sell't it, sir. It was a slink beast, and wad hae eaten its head aff, standing at Luckie Flyter's at livery. And I hae bought this on your honour's account. It's a grand bargain cost but a pund sterling the foot that's four a'thegither.
'Tis our country needs us, He is bravest, he who leads us, Honour's self now proudly leads us, Freedom! God and Right! Loose the folds asunder! Flag we conquer under! Death is glory now." The words were splendidly sung and the room was filled with patriotic fervour. Then the Bishop gave Ragnor and Thora a comforting look, as he asked, "Who wrote that song, Ian?" "Ah, sir, it was never written!
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