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Updated: June 5, 2025
That was a gey big word, min' ye; it's langidge I wadna venture for tae make use o' mysel', forbye a south-countra dowager. "Weel, I didna say muckle; but, my faith, like the sailor's paurot, I thoucht a deevil o' a lot. The honour o' Spey was in my hauns, an' it behuvit me for tae hummle the pride o' her dowager leddyship.
Pottie took the yaird dyke at ae loup, an' landit richt on Mistress Mollison's back, an' sent her bung into the middle o' a lot o' Jacob's ledder 'at she has growin' in her yaird. She gaed clean oot o' sicht, an' juist lay an' roared till her man cam' oot an' helpit her into the hoose. "O, it's the deevil fleein' efter somebody," she said.
Callum also stood at the gate, and enjoyed, with undissembled glee, the ridiculous figure of Mr. Cruickshanks. As Waverley passed him, he pulled off his hat respectfully, and approaching his stirrup, bade him 'Tak heed the auld Whig deevil played him nae cantrip.
Malcolm had taken the child from her, and was clasping him to his bosom. "He's the warst rascal, Lizzy," he said, "'at ever God made an' the deevil blaudit." "Na, na," cried Lizzy; "the likes o' him whiles kills the wuman, but he wadna du that. Na, na, he's nae the warst: there's a heap waur nor him." "Did ye see my mistress?" asked Malcolm. "Ow ay, but she luikit sae angry at me, I cudna speyk.
But what was a thousand times waur than a' that, it had a cannel in its hand that micht weel hae terrified a hale army o' sodgers; and I aye think yet, it had been the deevil himsel, and nae ghaist, for the cannel had just a wee peek o' white low i' the middle, and a' round the edges it burned as blue as a blawort, and bizzed and spitted, and threw out sparks like blue starns.
"Cheaper on that account, probably." "They charge like the very deevil. D'ye know the rates of them?" "I can't say I do." "There's a man on our staff that doesn't like your show. We'll be able to send him every night now." "When we withdraw our advertisement?" "Just then." "All right," said Hilda.
Eh, man, but it were a queer game the deevil played wi' me that day, a queer, mocking game that I'll niver forget so lang as there's breath left i' my body. Leastways that's what I thought at the time, but I've learnt by now that it weren't the deevil; it was the Almighty punishin' me for eatin' o' the Tree o' Knowledge. "Fower o'clock came, and I got tea ready.
She entered the cave, tumbled over one of the forms, and gave a cry coupled with an imprecation. "The deevil roast them 'at laid me sic a trap!" she said. "I hae broken the shins the auld markis laudit!" "Hold your wicked tongue!" hissed a voice in return, almost in Phemy's very ear.
We cannot pretend to describe the feelings of Wat and his wife when they were introduced into the old castle; but they soon came to see that the Baron of Ballochgray was just "as guid a chiel in his ain castle as ever he was when he acted the Deevil in Christ's Kirk on the Green."
'I laidna han' to cheek o' Francie Gordon, Phemy; I jist throosh him wi' his father's ain ridin whup 'at my hert's like to brak to think o' 't. I doobt he'll carry the marks til's grave! Kirsty broke into a convulsion of silent sobs and tears. 'Kirsty Barclay, ye're a deevil! cried Phemy in a hoarse whisper: she was spent with passion.
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