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"No! ye'll no gang there at siccan a time." "Hands off, ye daft jaud," roared he, "or there'll be another deeth i' the toon." At the noise Jean Carnie ran in. "Let the ruffian go," cried she, in dismay. "Oh, Christie, dinna put your hand on a lion's mane." "Yes, I'll put my hand on his mane, ere I'll let him mak a beast o' himsel'."
Are ye for herrin' the day, vile count?" "No! are you for this sort of thing?" At this, Saunders, with a world of empressement, offered the Carnie some cake that was on the table. She took a piece, instantly spat it out into her hand, and with more energy than delicacy flung it into the fire. "Augh!" cried she, "just a sugar and saut butter thegither; buy nae mair at yon shoep, vile count."
Christie landed, and proceeded to her own house; on the way she was met by Jean Carnie, who debarrassed her of certain wrappers, and a handkerchief she had tied round her head, and informed her she was the pride of Newhaven. She next met these four little merchants, one after another.
"'Then tak your boend, an' your pund o' flesh, but in cutting o' 't, if thou dost shed one drop of Christian bluid, thou diest!" Jean Carnie. "Hech!" Christie. "'Thy goods are by the laws Veneece con-fis-cate, confiscate!" Then, like an artful narrator, she began to wind up the story more rapidly. "Sae Shylock got to be no sae saucy.
There was now a strong breeze, and the water every now and then came on board. So the men set the foresail with two reefs, and drew the mainsail over the women; and there, as they huddled together in the dark, Jean Carnie discovered that our gay story-teller's eyes were wet with tears. Jean said nothing; she embraced her; and made them flow faster.
At last, in a moment, a cry of agony arose, so terrible that all who heard it trembled, and more than one woman shrieked in return, and fled from the door, at which, the next moment, the clergyman stood alone, collected, but pale, and beckoned. Several women advanced. "One woman," said he. Jean Carnie was admitted; and after a while returned.
Ye'll obsairve, young woman, that kissin's the prologue to sin, and I'm a decent mon, an' a gray-headed mon, an' your licht stories are no for me; sae if the minister's no expeckit I shall retire an' tak my quiet gill my lane." Jean Carnie. "And div ye really think a decent cummer like Custy wad let the lad and lass misbehave thirsels?
I pity him, an auld, auld man; and his dochter had rin off wi' a Christian lad they ca' her Jessica, and didn't she steal his very diamond ring that his ain lass gied him when he was young, an' maybe no sae hard-hairted?" Jean Carnie. "Oh, the jaud! suppose he was a Jew, it was na her business to clean him oot." A young Fishwife. "Aweel, it was only a Jew body, that's my comfort." Christie.
Another man of the same business, George Wilkins, did no greater credit to the trade. Mr. Carnie, on Western Branch, Virginia, often missed corn from his barn.
Several days passed thus; she had determined not to visit him without good news. She then began to be surprised, she heard nothing from him. And now she felt something that prevented her calling on him. But Jean Carnie was to be married, and the next day the wedding party were to spend in festivity upon the island of Inch Coombe.
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