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Now you must explain all this to me, unless you would have me use you as ill as Euclio does Staphyla in the Aulularia." "Lordsake, sir," replied the mendicant, "what do I ken about your Howlowlaria? it's mair like a dog's language than a man's." "You knew, however, of the box of treasure being there?" continued Oldbuck.

I ken the sough o' her texts, that sound just like the wind blawing through the spence; and there's Kettledrummle setting to wark, too Lordsake, if the sodgers anes get angry, they'll murder them baith, and us for company!"

He next, looking joyously round, laid a grasp on his wig, which he perhaps would have sent after the beaver, had not Edie stopped his hand, exclaiming "Lordsake! he's gaun gyte! mind Caxon's no here to repair the damage."

They sought in vain among the embers the means of lighting their candle, and the noise without still continued. Dinmont in his turn had recourse to the window 'Lordsake, Captain! come here. Od, they hae broken the custom-house!

The door was cautiously opened by his old acquaintance, Mrs Alison Wilson, who started back when she saw the steel cap and nodding plume of the martial visitor. "Where is my uncle, Alison?" said Morton, smiling at her alarm. "Lordsake, Mr Harry! is this you?" returned the old lady.

The door was cautiously opened by his old acquaintance, Mrs Alison Wilson, who started back when she saw the steel cap and nodding plume of the martial visitor. "Where is my uncle, Alison?" said Morton, smiling at her alarm. "Lordsake, Mr Harry! is this you?" returned the old lady.

"Lordsake!" cried he, "here's 'my puppy, and 'm' enthusiast, cheek by chowl." Julia turned scarlet, and Alfred ejaculated so loudly, that Sampson inquired "what on airth was the matter now?" "Oh, nothing; only here have I been jealous of my own shadow, and pestering her who 'your puppy' was: and she never would tell me.

He next, looking joyously round, laid a grasp on his wig, which he perhaps would have sent after the beaver, had not Edie stopped his hand, exclaiming "Lordsake! he's gaun gyte! mind Caxon's no here to repair the damage."

I ken the sough o' her texts, that sound just like the wind blawing through the spence; and there's Kettledrummle setting to wark, too Lordsake, if the sodgers anes get angry, they'll murder them baith, and us for company!"

'Od, Captain, this is a queer place! they winna let ye out in the day, and they winna let ye sleep in the night. Deil, but it wad break my heart in a fortnight. But, Lordsake, what a racket they're making now! Od, I wish we had some light. Wasp, Wasp, whisht, hinny; whisht, my bonnie man, and let's hear what they're doing. Deil's in ye, will ye whisht?