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But the like o' you, Laird, that's a real gentleman for sae mony hundred years, and never hunds puir fowk aff your grund as if they were mad tykes, nane o' our fowk wad stir your gear if ye had as mony capons as there's leaves on the trysting-tree. And now some o' ye maun lay down your watch, and tell me the very minute o' the hour the wean's born, an I'll spae its fortune.
"'Ate a gridiron! says I. 'Och, in throth, I'm not such a gommoch all out as that, anyhow. But, sure, if we had a gridiron we could dress a beefstake, says I. "'Arrah! but where's the beefstake? says he. "'Sure, couldn't we cut a slice aff the pork? says I. "'By gor, I never thought o' that, says the captain. 'You're a clever fellow, Paddy, says he, laughin'.
On the ridge of the mound, the whole of his dwarfed form relieved against the sky and looking large in the twilight, stood the mad laird, reaching out his forehead towards the west with his arms expanded as if to meet the ever coming wind. "Naebody kens whaur the win' comes frae, or whaur it gangs till," said Malcolm. "Ye're no a hair waur aff nor ither fowk, there, laird."
"As soon then as I get a hold of that misbegotten elf " "Mean ye the yoong laird, or the yoong markis, mem?" "You forget, Mrs Catanach, that you are speaking to a lady!" "Ye maun hae been unco like ane ae nicht, ony gait, mem. But I'm dune wi' my jokin'." "As soon, I say, as I get my poor boy into proper hands, I shall be ready to take the next step." "What for sod ye pit it aff till than?
Tak' aff yer glove an' try the ring. Naebody'll notice. Ye can look at it later on. 'I'm no in the habit o' acceptin' rings frae young men. 'But but we're engaged. 'That's news, but I doobt it's no official. 'At least we're near engaged. Say we are, Christina. 'This is most embarrassing, Mr. Robinson. 'Aw, Christina! said the boy, helplessly.
The water at last closed o'er me, an' I sank frae aff the rock to the sand at the bottom. But death seemed to have no power given him to hurt me; an' I walked as light as ever I hae done on a gowany brae, through the green depths o' the sea.
'Heed not the leddies the noo, sir, but let me bind your head. That cap has crushed like an egg-shell, and has cut you worse than the sword. Bide still, sir, I say, if ye mean to do any gude another time! 'The ladies Ringan 'The loons rid aff wi' them, sir up towards the hills yonder.
"CAN YE NO UNNERSTAN', YE SENSELESS LUMP?" cried Jess, warningly; "I'll knock the heid aff ye, gin ye dinna drap it!" still to Hornie, of course. But the purblind theorist went on his way: "I hae seen bonnier faces, but no mair takin', Jess, than yours.
Thirty o' ye and I want nae Dowbiggins 'll come with me, and we'll bring the Pennies aff the shed quicker than they got up, and drive them up the back streets till we land them wi' the rest in Breadalbane Street; and the juniors 'ill keep us well supplied with balls, else Dunc and me will ken the reason at two o'clock.
Sit down: it's you that's unreasonable now." This was Mistress Elspat Smith, the wife of a farmer "no' that ill aff," as he cautiously expressed it a far more important person in the parish than Janet, the minister's maid-of-all-work.
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