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He's young eneuch for ony mischeef; but Black Geordie. What on earth gars him gang stravaguin' aboot upo' that deevil? An' sae I'm thinkin' wi' his maister. 'Did ye iver see yer father, Shargar? 'Na. Nor I dinna want to see 'im. I'm upo' my mither's side. But that's naething to the pint. A' that I want o' you 's to lat me come hame at nicht, an' lie upo' the flure here.
Dinna try to leuk, my lord; she micht get a glimp o' ye she's terrible gleg. I hae been hearin' mair yet aboot her. Yer lordship 's ill to convence, but depen' upo' 't, whaurever that woman is, there there's mischeef! Whaur she taks a scunner at a body, she hates like the verra deevil. She winna aye lat them ken 't, but taks time to du her ill turns.
Tell me, and I'll do 't." "Wi' the broken whisky-bottle, man. That's at the root o' a' the mischeef. It's no you. It's the drink. And eh! Alec, we micht be richt happy thegither efter that. I wad mak a scholar o' ye." "Weel, Mr Cupples, ye hae a richt to demand o' me what ye like; for henceforth ye hae the pooer o' life or deith ower me.
"What a body has a richt to hear, he may hear as he likes either shawin' himsel' or hidin' himsel'. An' it 's the only plan 'at 's fair to them, my lord. It 's no 's gien yer lordship was lyin' in wait to du them a mischeef: ye want raither to du them a kin'ness, an' tak their pairt." "I don't know that, Malcolm. It depends." "It's plain yer lordship's prejudeezed i' their fawvour.
'I didna fess ye here to speyk aboot mysel'. He's efter mair mischeef, and gin onything cud be dune to haud him frae 't 'Wha's efter mischeef, Jessie? interrupted Robert. 'Lord Rothie. He's gaein' aff the nicht in Skipper Hornbeck's boat to Antwerp, I think they ca' 't, an' a bonnie young leddy wi' 'im. They war to sail wi' the first o' the munelicht.
The muffled sounds of the feet of the various companies as they thundered past upon the snow, roused the old wives dozing over their knitting by their fires of spent oak-bark; and according to her temper would be the remark with which each startled dame turned again to her former busy quiescence: "Some mischeef o' the loons!" "Some ploy o' the laddies!"
'The coachman will deliver your parcel, Moray, said the doctor, this time repeating the name with emphasis. 'Deil a bit o' 't! cried Shargar. 'He daurna lea' his box wi' thae deevils o' horses. What gars he keep sic horses, doctor? They'll play some mischeef some day. 'Indeed, they've played enough already, my poor boy. They've broken your arm. 'Never min' that. That's no muckle.
"Malcolm," said the marquis kindly, "I want you to keep your eyes open, and see that no mischief is done about the place." "I dinna think there's ane o' oor ain fowk wad dee ony mischeef, my lord," answered Malcolm; "but whan ye keep open yett, ye canna be sure wha wins in, specially wi' sic a gowk as Johnny Bykes at ane o' them. No 'at he wad wrang yer lordship a hair, my lord!"
The farmer ran out to a loft in the yard, and calling the herd-boy, a clever lad, told him to rise and ride for the doctor as fast as the mare could lay feet to the road. "Tell him," he said, "that Isy has come to life, and he maun munt and ride like the vera mischeef, or she'll be deid again afore he wins til her.
But she had only retreated within another of her defences. 'I canna leave thae twa laddies alane. They wad be up to a' mischeef. 'There's Betty to luik efter them, suggested Miss Lammie. 'Betty! returned Mrs. Falconer, with scorn. 'But what for shouldna ye fess the lads wi' ye? suggested Mr. Lammie. 'I hae no richt to burden you wi' them.
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