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Updated: June 9, 2025
I was always being eaten, in yon time, wi' a lettle de'il o' ambition, that gnawed at me, and wadna gie me peace. "Man, Harry," he'd say, "I ken weel ye're doin' fine! But, man canna ye do better? Ca' canny, they'll be tellin' ye, but not I! Ye maun do as well as ye can. There's the wife to think of, and the bairn John the wee laddie ye and the wife are so prood on!" It was so, and I knew it.
I have been robbed; I have been ruined; my life is of no more use to me, and you, Ben Greenway, revile me while that I am prostrate." "Revile!" said the Scotchman. "I glory, I rejoice! Ye hae been converted, ye hae been changed, ye hae been snatched from the jaws o' hell. Moreover, Master Bonnet, my soul was rejoiced even before that master de'il came to set ye free from your toils.
Truly "the de'il was awa' wi' the exciseman." So for hours the unhappy Preventive officer toiled up and down that rickety ladder, carrying to the loft again all the hay he had so lately thrown down, and putting the whole house as far as possible again in the state in which it had been when he began his search.
But I canna be late at the works, for a' that!" "To the de'il wi' the works! Ye'll be marrying be as soon as may be, and then there'll be no more works for ye, lass " "That's only a rumor! I'm sticking to my job. Get one for yourself, and then maybe I'll talk o' marrying you and may be no!" "Get me a job? I've got one the one you've been having!"
As they drew nigh, one of them shouted to me, 'Wha are ye, man? are ye o' the Auld Toon? I made no answer. 'Ha! ye are o' the New Toon; De'il tak ye, we'll moorder ye'; and the next moment a huge stone sung past my head.
That is all that can save her. And as for you, my laird duke," continued the honest Scotch doctor, breaking into dialect as he always did whenever he forgot himself under strong excitement, "as for you, me laird duke, if ye dinna overcome the lassie's scruples, and marry her out of hand, the de'il hae me but I'll e'en marry her mysel', and tak' her awa to save her life!
'Eh, eh, girl, he said, 'ye'd begin to pity the very De'il himself if ye thought maybe he'd burnt his finger. Dick was greatly comforted. As a general thing he writhed under sympathy, but, strangely enough, he found it very sweet to hear her speaking words of pity on his behalf, and to feel her soft eyes bent upon him with gentle concern.
And marriage is like death it is what we must all come to." "Well Janet, your Christina has been long spared from it. She'll be past twenty, I'm thinking." "Christina has had her offers, Marget. But what will you? We must all wait for the right man, or go to the de'il with the wrong one."
But hae ye ne'er been tauld that the way o' the transgreesor is haird? and the wages o' sin is deeth?" said the "kindly" Scot. "But I do not deserve death! I never did kill anybody myself!" whimpered Faustina. "Wha the de'il said ye did? "But I have no right to be here. I never did anything, I, myself, to deserve such treatment. It was Lord Vincent's fault.
"The de'il wad look into his face, And swear he couldna wrang him."
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