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But Robert was down the wynd like a long-legged grayhound, and Elshender could only follow like a fierce mastiff. It was love and grief, though, and apprehension and remorse, not vengeance, that winged his heels. He soon saw that pursuit was vain. 'Robert! Robert! he cried; 'I canna win up wi' ye. Stop, for God's sake! Is she hurtit? Robert stopped at once.
'Dinna be aye flingin' a man's fau'ts in 's face. It jist maks him 'at he canna, bide himsel' or you eyther. Lat's see the bonny crater. Robert complied, for he too was anxious. They were now standing in the space in front of Shargar's old abode, and there was no one to be seen. Elshender took the box, opened it carefully, and peeped in with a face of great apprehension.
When she entered, he laid his auld wife carefully aside, and stood in an expectant attitude. 'Mr. Elshender, I want to be at the boddom o' this, said Mrs. Falconer. 'Weel, mem, gang to the boddom o' 't, returned Dooble Sanny, dropping on his stool, and taking his stone upon his lap and stroking it, as if it had been some quadrupedal pet.
In the morning he was visited by Brodie, the tailor, and Elshender, the shoemaker, both of whom he held in awe as his superiors in the social scale, and by them handled and measured from head to feet, the latter included; after which he had to lie in bed for three days, till his clothes came home; for Betty had carefully committed every article of his former dress to the kitchen fire, not without a sense of pollution to the bottom of her kettle.
One autumn afternoon the elder of the two, whom we will call Elshender, said he would not go out; so the younger one, Fergus, went alone to follow the path where they had been shooting the day before, far across the mountains.
"Start not when I name him," said Ratcliffe, coming near her, and speaking in a low but distinct voice. "It is he who is called Elshender the Recluse of Mucklestane-Moor." "You are mad, Mr. Ratcliffe, or you mean to insult my misery by an ill-timed jest!"
His brother eagerly begged him to go on, and threw a dry peat on the fire to encourage him. The dogs were sleeping quietly, but the cat was sitting up, and seemed to be listening just as carefully and cannily as Elshender himself. Both brothers, indeed, turned their eyes on the cat as Fergus took up his story. "Yes," he continued, "it is as true as I sit here.
Hear me, felon, go again where I before sent thee." "To the Steward?" "Ay; and tell him, Elshender the Recluse commands him to give thee gold. But, hear me, let the maiden be discharged free and uninjured; return her to her friends, and let her swear not to discover thy villainy." "Swear," said Westburnflat; "but what if she break her aith? Women are not famous for keeping their plight.
A blank of dismay held him both motionless and thoughtless; nor had he recovered his senses before he heard footsteps, which he well knew, approaching in the street. He slunk at once into a corner. Elshender entered, feeling his way carefully, and muttering at his wife.
He learnt ye to fiddle, Robert I hoombly beg your pardon, sir, Mister Robert. 'Nae offence, Betty, I assure ye. Ye hae been aye gude to me, and I thank ye hertily. Betty could not stand this. Her apron went up to her eyes. 'Eh, sir, she sobbed, 'ye was aye a gude lad. 'Excep' whan I spak o' Muckledrum, Betty. She laughed and sobbed together. 'Weel, ye'll tak Mistress Elshender in, winna ye?
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