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Updated: June 2, 2025
There was ane Lucky Shaw set up her lang lantern chafts, an' answered me, an' a' the rest shanned and noddit in assent an' approbation: 'Ye silly, sauchless, Cameronian cuif! quo she, 'is that a' that ye ken about the wiles and doings o' the Prince o' the Air, that rules an' works in the bairns of disobedience?
The minister, in acknowledging the epistle of his old friend, commences his reply as follows: "Did e'er a cuif tak' up a quill, Wha ne'er did aught that he did well, To gar the muses rant and reel, An' flaunt and swagger, Nae doubt ye 'll say 't is that daft chiel Old Dite McGregore!"
As soon as Jess was by herself in the empty byre, to which she withdrew herself with the parcel which the faithful and trustworthy Cuif had entrusted to her, she lit the lantern which always stood in the inside of one of the narrow triangular wickets that admitted light into the byre.
"I'm come after my saxpence, mem," said I. "It's to be thought, being my uncle's nephew, I would be found a careful lad." "So ye have a spark of sleeness in ye?" observed the old lady, with some approval. "I thought ye had just been a cuif you and your saxpence, and your lucky day and your sake of Balwhidder" from which I was gratified to learn that Catriona had not forgotten some of our talk.
Ebie had also, it was said, with better authority, a hanging eye to Jess, who had the greater reason to be kind to him, that he was the first since her return from England who had escaped the more BRAVURA attractions of her sister. "Can ye no find a seat guid eneuch to sit doon on, cuif?" inquired Meg with quite as polite an intention as though she had said, "Be so kind as to take a seat."
"Ye wud easy ken he had learned his singin' at the sea"; an' he glowered roond at him gey ill-natir'd like, an' says, "Haud your tung, ye roarin' cuif." Syne he grippit the fisher's hand wi' ane o' his, an' mine wi' the ither, an' startit An' here's a hand, my trusty fraend, eksettera.
A bank of wild thyme lay just beneath Winsome's window, and over it the cows were feeding, blowing softly through their nostrils among the grass and clover till the air was fragrant with their balmy breath. "Guid e'en to ye, 'Cuif," cried Meg Kissock as soon as Saunders Mowdiewort came within earshot.
It was too irritating that her combinations should fail because of a Cuif whom she had thought to rule with a word, and upon whom she had counted without a thought. She could not say that it was on Winsome's business, though she knew that in that case he would have gone at once on the chance of indirectly pleasuring Meg.
O, Marion, I'm wae to say this! but ye're owre brave in your sin." "Do ye think I'll e'er gae back to that havering, daunering cuif o' a creature, the Crail bailie?" "He's a man o' mair worth and conduct, Marion," replied her sister, firmly, "than to put that in your power even, woman, if ye were penitent, and besought him for charity." "Weel, weel, no to clishmaclaver about him.
The cuif is a feckless person of the male sex, who is a recognized butt for a whole neighbourhood to sharpen its wits upon. The particular cuif so addressed by Meg came slowly over the knoll. "Guid e'en to ye," he said, with his best visiting manners. "Can ye no see me as weel, Saunders?" said Jess, archly, for all was grist that came to her mill. Saunders rose like a trout to the fly.
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