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He cam' here as a gaberlunzie, and on stating that he was indoctrinated in the sceence o' buttany, his honor garred me employ him. De'il hae't but the truth I'll tell he's a clever buttanist, and knows a' the sceentific names aff hand." "So that's all you know about him?" said Sir Robert. "He has a devil of a beard, and is shockingly dressed. Why doesn't he shave?"
And I was marrit here, in Lunnun town, at a kirk ye ca' St. Margaret's, by a minister ca'ed Smith. It's a' doon here in the lines. Look for yoursel'. Ye can read. See! Here will be my name, Rose Cameron. And here will be my gudeman's de'il ha'e him! Archibald-Alexander-John Scott, Marquis of Arondelle. Noo! is that a' richt and lawfu'?" demanded Rose, triumphantly.
"Yes, indeed, I know how important they are to you, and I will bring them back safe," said the housekeeper, as she put the marriage certificate, the letter, the portrait, and the money in her pocket, and arose to leave the cell. "And noo, we'll see, an' I dinna bring ye to open shame, ye graund de'il!" exclaimed Rose. "I don't blame your anger, my poor dear, but don't use bad words.
So she's sort of 'between the de'il and the deep sea. And touchy is no name for it. She doesn't like it if you don't and she doesn't like it if you do; but you can't wonder when the pain's so bad. It's pretty near lumbago."
"Weel, jist sit doon there, and carry on frae whaur ye loot sit. Syne efter the three o'clock lecture wha is't ye're atten'in' this session? we'll gang doon to Luckie Cumstie's, and hae a moufu' o' denner she 'll do her best for me an' I'll hae jist a tumler o' toddy but de'il a drap sall ye hae, bantam and de'il a word will I say to ye there.
Guid-nicht to ye, missie; guid-nicht. Bed's the richt place for ye. I 'm sorry that Magsie 's no here to cuddle ye a bit. 'Thanks; I'm glad she's gone. I hate her, said Hollyhock. 'Ay, said the old man, coming close to the child and looking into her eyes. 'Isn't it a wee bit o' the de'il ye hae in ye the nicht, wi' your talkin' o' hatin' them that luves ye! Come, doggies; come.
As for him that sent me, I will let his token speak." And I showed the silver button. "Put it in your pocket, sir!" cries he. "Ye need name no names. The deevil's buckie, I ken the button of him! And de'il hae't! Where is he now!" "It's been always my opinion that I would hang in a tow for this family of mine," he cried, "and, dod! I believe the day's come now! Get a ship for him, quot' he!
However I have all the time i' the marnins to my ain sel', so I'll aye look roond jist till see how ye gang yer ain gait to the quicksan', and then to the de'il! I'm aff till ma wark the noo! And he went straightway, leaving Mr. Markam considerably vexed, for the maids within earshot were vainly trying to conceal their giggles.
MacGregor, said the dominie, with dignity: 'you have nothing to lose. 'Troth! he canna brak the bank eh, Mr. Tamson? 'He may give me a hint to make you withdraw your money, though, Mr. MacGregor. 'De'il care gin I do! returned the weaver. 'I can mak' better o' 't ony day. 'But there's yer hoose an' kailyard, suggested Peddie. 'They're ma ain! a' ma ain!
I'm wae to leave ye here, wanting me." "Have with ye, then!" says I. "Do ye gang back where you were stopping." "De'il a fear!" said Alan. "They were good folks to me, but I think they would be a good deal disappointed if they saw my bonny face again. Which makes me the keener for your company, Mr. David Balfour of the Shaws, and set ye up!
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