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"She'll haf her poy, and she'll pe wanting no wife," he said sullenly. "Wifes is paad." "Ah!" said Florimel, the teasing spirit of her father uppermost for the moment, "that accounts for your swearing so shockingly the other day?" "Swearing was she? Tat will pe wrong. And who was she'll pe swearing at?" "That's what I want you to tell me, Mr MacPhail."
"He is a tog! No, he is no tog: togs is coot. He is a mongrel of a fox and a volf!" "There was no Campbell at our table that evening," persisted Lady Florimel. "Ten who tolt Tuncan MacPhail a lie!" "It was nothing but a joke indeed!" said the girl, beginning to feel humiliated. "It wass a paad choke, and might have peen ta hanging of poor Tuncan," said the piper.
"It was not a coot choke," he murmured at length, "upon an honest man, and might pe calling herself a chentleman. A rache is not a choke. To put her in a rache was not coot. See to it. And it was a ferry paad choke, too, to make a pig hole in her poor pag! Och hone! och hone! Put I'm clad Clenlyon was not there, for she was too plind to kill him."
"Take her pipes, my laty, for fear anything paad should happen to tem." She led him hurriedly to the door. But ere he had quite crossed the threshold he shivered and drew back. "Tis is an efil house," he said. "She 'll not can co in." A great floundering racket was going on above, mingled with growls and shrieks, but there was no howling. "Call the dog then.
But what fowk taks in han', fowk sud put oot o' han' in a proper mainner, and no misguggle 't a'thegither like yon. An' for what they say i' the toon, there's Mistress Catanach " "Mistress Catanach is a paad 'oman," said Duncan. "I wad advise you, piper, to haud a quaiet sough about her. She's no to be meddlet wi', Mistress Catanach, I can tell ye. Gien ye anger her, it'll be the waur for ye.
'Well, I'm not so sure of tat, says he, 'for I 'fe pecked all teir partons. 'And tid tey gif tem to you, you tog? says herself. 'Well, I'm not sure, says he; 'anyhow, I'm not tamned fery much yet. 'She'll pe much sorry to hear it, says herself. And she took care aalways to pe calling him some paad name, so tat he shouldn't say she 'll be forgifing him, whatever ta rest of tem might be toing.
Duncan rose also, and followed her to the door, making her a courtly bow, and that just as she turned away. "It 'll pe a coot 'oman, Mistress Kertope," he said as he came back; "and it 'll no pe to plame her for forgifing Glenlyon, for he did not kill her creat crandmother. Put it'll pe fery paad preeding to request her nainsel, Tuncan MacPhail, to be forgifing ta rascal.
Ta maad lairt was not fery maad, and if he was maad he was not paad, and it was not to ta plame of him; he wass coot always however." "He was that, daddy." "But it will pe something fery paad, and it will pe troubling her speerit. All is not well, my son." "Weel, dinna distress yersel', daddy. Lat come what wull come.
But, from the midst of it, a low gurgling laugh close by him reached Duncan's ear: excited though he was with strong drink and approbation, he shivered, sunk into his seat, and clutched at his pipes convulsively, as if they had been a weapon of defence. "Malcolm! Malcolm, my son," he muttered feebly, "tere is a voman will pe laughing! She is a paad voman: she makes me cold!"
If she tid put know ta paad blood was pe in you, she wouldn't pe tone you ta wrong as pring you up." "That's a wrang no ill to forgi'e, daddy. But it's a pity ye didna lat me lie, for maybe syne Mistress Catanach wad hae broucht me up hersel', an' I micht hae come to something." "Weel, ye see what ye hae saved me frae."
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