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He would not give the de'il such a laugh over him. You may take my word, that he will break no commandment for any lass; and Sophy Braelands will now have to vacate his very thoughts." "I am glad she is married then. If her marriage cures Andrew of that never-ending fret about her, it will be a comfort." "It is a cure, sure as death, as far as your brother is concerned.
The deil's black collie worry my soul, but this is a soople trick. I did nae think the sleekit sinner had art enough to play't. Nae doubt he's gane to hide himsel in the town till I'm awa, for he has heard what I said yestreen. But I'll be up sides wi' him. The de'il a foot will I gang this morning till he comes back for his horse."
There's somethin' sae fatal aboot the whisperin's," he said, speaking in his pleasant Highland tongue, "that naebody cares tae attempt the investigation. They div say that the Whispers are the voice o' the De'il himsel'." The girl, in her short blue serge skirt, white cotton blouse, and blue tam-o'-shanter, laughed at the man's dread.
And McRae, who had lingered in the room, now turned to the warden and said: "If you please, sir, Sir Alexander McKetchum desired me to request you to put these prisoners into as comfortable quarters as you could command, consistent with their safe custody." "Sir Alexander would do weel to mind his ain business. Wha the de'il gi'e him commission to dictate to me?" demanded the old Scot wrathfully.
If it comes to that, what the de'il are ye doin' ridin' my mare? I'll hae the law o' ye for stealin' her, ye scoondrel! Come doon oot o' my saiddle afore ah pu' ye doon." And the two elderly men, each red in the face as a "bubbly jock," both spluttering and almost speechless with rage, glared at each other, murder in their eyes.
Mr Malison, she was ane o' the bonniest bicks ye cud set yer ee upo' " A smothered laugh gurgled through the room. "Whaur does the sowl o' a bitch bide?" asked Goat, in a whisper, of his neighbour. "De'il kens," answered Gapey; "gin it binna i' the boddom o' Rob Bruce's wame."
Cheerman and gentlemen 'Mistress MacGregor 'll be efter ye hersel', gin ye dinna gang, said Meg. 'Let her come. Duv ye think I'm fleyt at her? De'il a step 'll I gang till I please. Tell her that, Meg. Meg left the room, with a broad grin on her good-humoured face. 'What's the bitch lauchin' at? exclaimed MacGregor, starting to his feet.
'However did she get Lightning Speed? asked Jasper. 'That was my fault! She coaxed me, and coaxed Joey Comfort, my young man, to get Lightnin' Speed into the stables o' the Palace o' the Kings. They were havin' prizes thochts o' the de'il, I think them and what must she do but make up her mind to leap across the rocks when the moon was at the full! Ah, I ken I'm richt!
Bonnell was skeptical, but it was a case of "needs must when the de'il drives," and Juno Daphne came as substitute cook. Then Mrs. Bonnell's trials began. One morning girl after girl left her fried smelts untasted though ordinarily they were a rare delicacy in that part of the world. Mrs. Bonnell investigated. What was the trouble? Had Juno prepared them properly? "Yas'm I did.
"Master Bonnet," exclaimed Greenway, hastily stepping to the doorway through which the captain had departed, "ye shallna tie yoursel' to the skirts o' the de'il; ye shallna run awa' an' hide yoursel' from your daughter wha seeks, in tears an' groans, for her unworthy father. Sit down, Master Bonnet, an' wait here until your good daughter comes."
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