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"Ou, sir, what can they be about but this grand news o' my lord," answered the old man, "that hasna been ower the door-stane, they threep to me, for this twenty years this grand news of his coming to visit your honour?" "Aha!" said Monkbarns; "and what do they say of that, Caxon?" "'Deed, sir, they hae various opinions.
"But winna ye first send awa Mr. Lovel's letter?" said Mrs. Heukbane. "Troth I kenna wha to send wi't till the gudeman comes hame, for auld Caxon tell'd me that Mr. Lovel stays a' the day at Monkbarns he's in a high fever, wi' pu'ing the laird and Sir Arthur out o' the sea." "Silly auld doited carles!" said Mrs. Shortcake; "what gar'd them gang to the douking in a night like yestreen!"
"What's the matter now?" he exclaimed, yawning and stretching forth his hand to the huge gold repeater, which, bedded upon his India silk handkerchief, was laid safe by his pillow "what's the matter now, Caxon? it can't be eight o'clock yet."
No man, Caxon, ever heard of a Spartan attending the funeral of a Helot yet I dare be sworn that John of the Girnel ye have heard of him, Caxon?" "Ay, ay, sir," answered Caxon; "naebody can hae been lang in your honour's company without hearing of that gentleman."
Mailsetter's belief, that the sheriff sent his groom to put them into the post-office at Tannonburgh; it's my puir thought, that he jaloused their looking into his letters at Fairport; and weel had he need, for my puir daughter Jenny" "Tut, don't plague me with your womankind, Caxon. About this poor young lad. Does he write nothing but letters?" "Ou, ay hale sheets o' other things, Mrs.
"You're right," said the Antiquary, readjusting the sleeves and collar of his coat, "you're right, Caxon; this is a naughty night to swim in. Miss Wardour, let me convey you to the chariot." "Not for worlds till I see my father safe."
Mailsetter, "there's somebody in the shop," then aloud "Look to the customers, Baby!" Baby answered from without in a shrill tone "It's naebody but Jenny Caxon, ma'am, to see if there's ony letters to her."
"You're right," said the Antiquary, readjusting the sleeves and collar of his coat, "you're right, Caxon; this is a naughty night to swim in. Miss Wardour, let me convey you to the chariot." "Not for worlds till I see my father safe."
Latterly, indeed, he has given some symptoms of becoming stationary, being frequently found in the corner of a snug cottage between Monkbarns and Knockwinnock, to which Caxon retreated upon his daughter's marriage, in order to be in the neighbourhood of the three parochial wigs, which he continues to keep in repair, though only for amusement.
Hegh, sirs! nae wonder the commons will be discontent and rise against the law, when they see magistrates and bailies, and deacons, and the provost himsell, wi' heads as bald and as bare as ane o' my blocks!" "And as well furnished within, Caxon.
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