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Updated: May 5, 2025
There 's some deevilry at wark there. Stan' ye i' the door, an' ghaist or deevil 'at wad win by ye, grip it, an' haud on like Demon the dog." "She will so, she will so!" muttered Duncan in a strange tone. "Ochone! that she'll not pe hafing her turk with her! Ochone! Ochone!"
It's not a bad thing a while wi' a lass after the horses are bedded and foddered, but horses first; and as for Joseph" his smile broadened until I could see his teeth "if it had been Dauvit the leddy had met on the stair, the meenisters wid never hiv heard a cheep about it. . . . "It's a fine lesson yon, I aye think, for auld men to be preaching, but deevil a word about their ain youthfu' rants.
Drink clean cap out, like Sir Hildebrand; begin the blessed morning with brandy sops, like Squire Percy; swagger, like Squire Thorncliff; rin wud amang the lasses, like Squire John; gamble, like Richard; win souls to the Pope and the deevil, like Rashleigh; rive, rant, break the Sabbath, and do the Pope's bidding, like them a' put thegither But, merciful Providence! take care o' your young bluid, and gang nae near Rob Roy!"
Weel, Monkbarns is closeted wi' the shirra whatever puir folk may be left thereout ye needna doubt that the gentlemen are aye unco civil amang themsells." "For heaven's sake, my old friend" "Canna ye bid me gang to the deevil at ance, Mr. Lovel? it wad be mair purpose fa'ard than to speak o' heaven in that impatient gate." "But I have private business with Lieutenant Taffril here."
The elder was indeed surveying the mariner, McNab, and Dunlop with a glance of comprehensive hostility over the top of his ballot. "See what I'm aboot!" his look said, as he folded the paper and tossed it into Saunders's hat. "The auld deevil!" McNab whispered, as the minister unfolded the first ballot. "He'll soon slacken his gills." "That'll be one of oor ballots," the cap'en hoarsely confided.
I'm nae leein'. The fac's jist this: I cudna bide ahin' ye ony langer. 'But what, the muckle lang-tailed deevil! am I to do wi' ye? returned Robert, in real perplexity, though only pretended displeasure. 'Gie me something to ate, an' I'll tell ye what to do wi' me, answered Shargar.
'What the dae you an' her jaw aboot? 'Nane o' your business! 'Haw, haw! laughed Willie, mirthlessly. 'My! but ye're a spoony deevil! nae offence intendit. The apology was made hastily owing to a sudden change in Macgregor's expression and colour. Macgregor lit a cigarette and returned his well-stocked aluminium case to his pocket. The silence was broken by Willie. 'Savin' up? 'Ay.
All at once he started to his feet, and turning towards the bed a white face distorted with agony, kneeled down on the box and groaned out: "O God, the pains o' hell hae gotten haud upo' me. O Lord, I'm i' the grup o' Sawtan. The deevil o' drink has me by the hause.
Edward offered at once to run and get them. "Are you mad?" was the reply. "Daun't I tell ye that is the practice? And isn't the practice sure to be th' opposite of the remedy? So get water as hot as he can bear it, and no leeches." Julia remonstrated angrily. "Is this a case for jesting?" "Deevil a jest in it," replied the doctor.
"Heem, my deevil bar, sure enough," he exclaimed, and at the hated man-sound Black Bruin drew farther into his corner. That afternoon an ox-cart, bearing a mammoth crate made of two by four timbers, came creaking into the woods and was backed up to the pen-trap. For an hour or so there was a sound of hammering while a plank-covered gangway was being built from the pen-trap to the strong crate.
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