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Updated: June 21, 2025
Drucken Wabster's wife spread the news, of course, and that night it went humming through the town that young Gourlay had the horrors, and was throwing tumblers at his mother! "Puir body!" said the baker, in the long-drawn tones of an infinite compassion "puir body!" "Ay," said Toddle dryly, "he'll be wanting to put an end to her next, after killing his faither."
I need not give you any more trouble, except by asking you, if possible, to get me some hot water and soap, and to invite the inspector to favour me with his company. The men nearly dropped Merton, but, finding his feet, he stood up and smiled blandly. 'Pray make no apologies, he said. 'It is rather I who ought to apologise. 'He's no drucken, and he's no Scotch, remarked one of the policemen.
"Your honour," said Alison Breck, who was next in age to the deceased, "suld send doun something to us for keeping up our hearts at the lykewake, for a' Saunders's gin, puir man, was drucken out at the burial o' Steenie, and we'll no get mony to sit dry-lipped aside the corpse.
For there had been a blitheness in the town that day, and every other man seemed to have been preeing the demijohn. Drucken Wabster and Brown the ragman came round the corner, staggering. "Young Gourlay's drunk!" blurted Wabster and reeled himself as he spoke. "Is he a wee fou?" said the Deacon eagerly. "Wee be damned," said Wabster; "he's as fou as the Baltic Sea!
Let a man prove himsel' better than me, my laddie honester, humbler, kinder, wi' mair sense o' the duty o' man, an' the weakness o' man and that man I'll acknowledge that man's my king, my leader, though he war as stupid as Eppe Dalgleish, that could na count five on her fingers, and yet keepit her drucken father by her ain hands' labour for twenty-three yeers."
But it'll be whisky, I'm thinking; for I heard him at clishmaclavers with one of these randy, drucken old Eirishers." My blood boiled. "She was not drunk!" said I. "And she's she's a great friend of mine." "Whisht! whisht, man! We'll be heard. I ask your pardon, I'm sure." I made no reply. The Scotchman's tone was unpleasantly dry.
I'm shure we hadna abune a moofu' o' tea drucken, an' Sandy was juist awa' to tak' aff' the ham, when the fryin' pan was knockit ooten his hand, an' doon the lum cam' a pozel o' bricks an' shute that wudda filled a cairt. Sandy fell back ower an' knockit Mistress Kenawee richt i' the flure.
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