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"You sell your fish too cheap, Malcolm." "The deil's i' the tyke," rejoined Malcolm, and, seized at last by a sense of the ludicrousness of the whole affair, burst out laughing, and turned for the High Street. . Malcolm turned again and lifted his bonnet. It was Miss Horn, who had come up from the Seaton. "Did ye see yon, mem?" he asked. "Ay, weel that, as I cam up the brae.
Jamie, I'm awa to the toon, upo my twa feet, for the mere's cripple: the vera deil's i' the hoose and the stable and a', it would seem! I'm awa to fess Isy hame! And, Jamie, ye'll jist tell her afore me and yer mother, that as sene 's ye're able to crawl to the kirk wi' her, ye'll merry her afore the warl', and tak her hame to the manse wi' ye!" "Hoot, Peter!
"May aw the pearls o' damnation light on your silly snout, an I dinna estricat ye weel enough! Ye ditit donnart, deil's burd that ye be! What made ye gang howkin in there to be a poor man's ruin? Come out, ye vile rag-of-a-muffin, or I gar ye come out wi' mair shame and disgrace, an' fewer haill banes in your body." I was utterly powerless; and, besides, the yarn and cords hurt me very much.
"I'm having the deil's own time managing my family," old Hector complained, "but I'll have obedience and kindness and justice in my household, or know the reason why. Aye and a bit of charity," he added grimly. He stood beside the automobile and held up his hand up for his son's. "And you'll be gone a month, lad?" he queried. Donald nodded. "Too painful this coming home week-ends," he explained.
This other of the Saint Andrew is a quiet place, where I have ta'en my whetter now and then, when I lodged in the neighbourhood of the Temple with Lord Glenvarloch. What the deil's the matter wi' the man, garr'd him gie sic a spang as that, and almaist brought himself and me on the causeway?" "Do not name that false Scot's name to me," said Jin Vin, "if you would not have me go mad!
There's no ane in Bewcastle would do the like o' that now; we be a' true folk now. 'Ay, Tib, that will be when the deil's blind; and his een's no sair yet. But hear ye, gudewife, I have been through maist feck o' Galloway and Dumfries-shire, and I have been round by Carlisle, and I was at the Staneshiebank Fair the day, and I would like ill to be rubbit sae near hame, so I'll take the gate.
"Ay, ay, Captain Taffril's gun-brig, the Search." "What? any relation to Search, No. II.?" said Oldbuck, catching at the light which the name of the vessel seemed to throw on the mysterious chest of treasure. The mendicant, like a man detected in a frolic, put his bonnet before his face, yet could not help laughing heartily. "The deil's in you, Monkbarns, for garring odds and evens meet.
But it was the eyes that held and allowed no forgetting; Ravenel always held they were violet, and Josef, who saw her every day for years, spoke them gray; but Dermott McDermott was firm as to their being blue until the day she visited him about the railroad business, when he afterward described them "as black as chaos," adding a word or two about her deil's temper as well.
There's no ane in Bewcastle would do the like o' that now we be a' true folk now." "Ay, Tib, that will be when the deil's blind, and his een's no sair yet. "Hae ye been in Dumfries and Galloway?" said the old dame, who sat smoking by the fireside, and who had not yet spoken a word. "Troth have I, gudewife, and a weary round I've had o't." "Then ye'll maybe ken a place they ca' Ellangowan?
"The deil's in the carline," said Tibb to herself, "because she was the wife of a cock-laird, she thinks herself grander, I trow, than the bower-woman of a lady of that ilk!" Having given vent to her suppressed spleen in this little ejaculation, Tibb also betook herself to slumber. A priest, ye cry, a priest! lame shepherds they, How shall they gather in the straggling flock?
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