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'I very near said I saw them laid; onyway, I saw the hens that laid them. Ye'll hae an egg, eh? 'Yes, if ye like. I havena tasted since eleeven this morning, an' then it was only a dram, said Liz languidly. Teen stood still on the little strip of rag-carpet before the fender, and regarded her friend with a mingling of horror and pity.
With an exclamation which awoke her companion, she leaped up, and ran to break up the fire, which was smouldering in the grate. 'Mercy me! it's eleeven o'clock; but it's Sunday mornin', so it doesna matter, she said almost blithely, for in the morning everything seems brighter, and even hard places less hard. 'My certy, Liz, ye've sleepit weel. Hae ye ever wakened?
And yon place, ye see, Davie whilk was a very suitable place to hide in, as I'm free to own was pit mirk from dawn to gloaming. "How did you know the hour to bide your tryst?" I asked. "The goodman brought me my meat and a drop brandy, and a candle- dowp to eat it by, about eleeven," said he. "So, when I had swallowed a bit, it would he time to be getting to the wood.
And yon place, ye see, Davie whilk was a very suitable place to hide in, as I'm free to own was pit mirk from dawn to gloaming. "How did you know the hour to bide your tryst?" I asked. "The goodman brought me my meat and a drop brandy, and a candle-dowp to eat it by, about eleeven," said he. "So, when I had swallowed a bit, it would be time to be getting to the wood.
And yon place, ye see, Davie whilk was a very suitable place to hide in, as I'm free to own was pit mirk from dawn to gloaming. "How did you know the hour to bide your tryst?" I asked. "The goodman brought me my meat and a drop brandy, and a candle-dowp to eat it by, about eleeven," said he. "So, when I had swallowed a bit, it would be time to be getting to the wood.
'I was oot a' Tuesday nicht, an' when I cam' in, on the back o' eleeven, she was aff, bag an' baggage. Mrs. Turnbull says she gaed doon the stair wi' her Sunday claes on, an' carryin' her tin box, a wee efter aicht. "Are ye for jauntin', Liz?" says she; but Liz never gi'ed her an answer, guid or bad, an' that's a' I ken. 'Did she never give a hint that she was thinking of going? Walter asked.
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