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He knew her step the moment she turned the corner from the shore, and she had scarcely set her foot across the threshold before he broke out: "Ach, my tear laty! and tid you'll think old Tuncan such a stoopit old man as not to 'll pe trusting ta light of her plind eyes?
Also your cords were entangled. You haf' been tugging but no good. You could not manage ze balloon, and anuzzer power than yours prought you to us. Is it not so?" Bert thought. "Also where is ze laty?" "'Ere! what lady?" "You started with a laty. That is evident. You shtarted for an afternoon excursion a picnic. A man of your temperament he would take a laty.
Lady Florimel smiled also, but with amusement. "Will my laty take Tuncan's message to my lord, ta marquis?" asked the old man. Now Lady Florimel had inherited her father's joy in teasing; and the thought of carrying him such an overture was irresistibly delightful. "I will take it," she said. "But what if he should be angry?" "If her lord pe angry, Tuncan is angry too," answered the piper.
"A choke's a choke, ma'am," said Duncan, rising with dignity; "put for a laty to make a choke of a man's pare leks is not ta propriety!" "Oot o' my hoose wi' ye!" screamed the she Partan. 'At I sud say what wadna stan' the licht as weels the bare houghs o' ony heelan' rascal 'at ever lap a lawlan' dyke!" "Deil shochle them!" exclaimed the Partaness; "what care I for 's legs!"
Cannot you tvig, mine boy, Vrom ze sound of ze kiss, He is not my miss, He is only mine laty vrient!” “I am afraid,” said Mr Bunker, as they finished the chorus, “that I can’t remember any more. Now, General, it’s your turn.”
"And so, sir, your mind is sincerely made up to offer this chain to your future wife?" "Yes, laty; or what might be better, to das yoong frau, before we might be marriet." "And is your choice made?" glancing round at the girls, who were grouped together, looking at some other trinkets of my uncle's. "Have you chosen the young woman who is to possess so handsome a chain?"
"I believe in my soul," whispered uncle Ro, "that my dear old mother has a secret presentiment who we are, by her manifesting so much respect. T'ousand t'anks, matam, t'ousand t'anks," he continued, dropping into his half-accurate half-blundering broken English, "for dis great honour, such as we might not expect das laty of das house to wait for us at her door."
But the next moment he came to himself, saying, in a tone of assumed composure: "You'll pe knowing now, my laty, why she'll pe hating ta very name of Clenlyon." "But it was not your grandfather that Glenlyon killed, Mr MacPhail was it?" "And whose grandfather would it pe then, my lady?" returned Duncan, drawing himself up. "The Glenco people weren't MacPhails.
"She'll pe fery clad to see ta ponny young laty, and she's creatly obleeched for ta honour: put if ta ponny young laty will pe excusing her what'll pe hurting your hand, Malcolm!" "I'll tell ye efterhin, daddy. This is my Leddy Florimel, frae the Hoose." "Hm!" said Duncan, the pain of his insult keenly renewed by the mere mention of the scene of it.
"Tid you'll hear me, my laty?" he asked in a tone of reflection, as if trying to recall the circumstance. "Indeed I did. You frightened me so that I didn't dare come in." "Ten she'll pe punished enough. Put it wass no harm to curse ta wicket Cawmill." "It was not Glenlyon it wasn't a man at all; it was a woman you were in such a rage with."
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