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'It was a blythe bit ance! said Meg, speaking to herself. 'Did ye notice if there was an auld saugh tree that's maist blawn down, but yet its roots are in the earth, and it hangs ower the bit burn? Mony a day hae I wrought my stocking and sat on my sunkie under that saugh. 'Hout, deil's i' the wife, wi' her saughs, and her sunkies, and Ellangowans.
'It was a blythe bit ance! said Meg, speaking to herself. 'Did ye notice if there was an auld saugh tree that's maist blawn down, but yet its roots are in the earth, and it hangs ower the bit burn? Mony a day hae I wrought my stocking and sat on my sunkie under that saugh. 'Hout, deil's i' the wife, wi' her saughs, and her sunkies, and Ellangowans.
It's a strange thing that the saul of man should be that thirled into his perishable body; but the minister saw that, an' his heart didnae break. She didnae stand there lang; she began to move again an' cam' slowly towards Mr. Soulis whaur he stood under the saughs. A' the life o' his body, a' the strength o' his speerit, were glowerin' frae his een.
It's a strange thing that the saul of man should be thirled into his perishable body; but the minister saw that, an' his heart didnae break. She didnae stand there lang; she began to move again, an' cam' slowly toward Mr. Soulis whaur he stood under the saughs. A' the life o' his body, a' the strength o' his speerit, were glowerin' frae his een.
The saughs tossed an' maned thegether, a lang sigh cam' ower the hills, the flame o' the can'le was blawn aboot; an' there stood the corp of Thrawn Janet, wi' her grogram goun an' her black mutch, wi' the heid aye upon the shouther, an' the girn still upon the face o't leevin', ye wad hae said deid, as Mr. Soulis weel kenned upon the threshold o' the manse.
It seemed she was gaun to speak, but wanted words, an' made a sign wi' the left hand. There cam' a clap o' wund, like a cat's fuff; oot gaed the can'le, the saughs skrieghed like folk' an' Mr. Soulis kenned that, live or die, this was the end o' 't. "Witch, beldam, devil!" he cried, "I charge you, by the power of God, begone if you be dead, to the grave; if you be damned, to hell."
'It was a blythe bit ance! said Meg, speaking to herself. 'Did ye notice if there was an auld saugh tree that's maist blawn down, but yet its roots are in the earth, and it hangs ower the bit burn? Mony a day hae I wrought my stocking and sat on my sunkie under that saugh. 'Hout, deil's i' the wife, wi' her saughs, and her sunkies, and Ellangowans.
It seemed she was gaun to speak, but wanted words, an' made a sign wi' the left hand. There cam' a clap o' wund, like a cat's fuff; oot gaed the can'le, the saughs skrieghed like folk; an' Mr. Soulis kenned that, live or die, this was the end o't. 'Witch, beldame, devil! he cried, 'I charge you, by the power of God, begone if you be dead, to the grave if you be damned, to hell.
One day I had arranged to meet Irma at the corner of the quaint little village of Laurieston, which, as all the world knows, looks down on the saughs of the Meadows and out upon the slopes of Bruntsfield where, among the whins, the city golfers lose their balls.
"Hout, deills i' the wife, wi' her saughs, and her sunkies, and Ellangowans Godsake, woman, let me away there's saxpence t'ye to buy half a mutchkin, instead o' clavering about thae auld-warld stories." The farmer laughed and promised, and the Gipsy retreated. "Will you take her advice?" said Brown, who had been an attentive listener to this conversation. "That will I no the randy quean!
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