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McGillivray warned the fowk that they mightna' attend it; some o' them, in spite o' that, went to the marriage, an' I could niver forget the awfu' way he chided them in the chapel on the Sunday aifter! It wes tarrible! "If ony o' the fowk cam' to the chapel in their working clothes he would be greatly pit aboot.
'Troth, Laird, and there was muckle want o' you, and the like o' you; for there was a whin bonnie lasses there, forbye mysell, and deil ane to gie them hansels. 'Weel, Meg, and how mony gipsies were sent to the tolbooth? 'Troth, but three, Laird, for there were nae mair in the fair, bye mysell, as I said before, and I e'en gae them leg-bail, for there's nae ease in dealing wi' quarrelsome fowk.
But I'll better begin my story at the beginnin'. What needs I care whuther fowk kens a' aboot it, or no'? I've been black affrontit that often, I dinna care a doaken noo what happens. I've dune my best to be a faithfu' wife; an' I'm shure I've trauchled awa' an' putten up wi' a man that ony ither woman wudda pushon'd twenty 'ear syne! But that's nether here nor there. Weel, to get to my story.
And the host's jist like to rive me in bits, as the prophets rave their claes whan the fowk contred them ower sair to bide. Aweel!
She renewed her acquaintance with Peter Whaup, the blacksmith, through his wife, who was ill, and received her visits gladly. "For," she said, "she's a fine douce lass, and speyks to ye as gin ye war ither fowk, and no as gin she kent a'thing, and cam to tell ye the muckle half o' 't." I wonder how much her friends understood of what she read to them?
'Na, na; I ken naething for ither fowk only for mysel; and that's whiles mair nor I can win roun', no to say gie again! 'Some nicht ye'll lat me bide oot wi' ye a' nicht? I wud sair like it, Steenie! 'Ye sail, Kirsty; but it maun be some nicht ye hae sleepit a' day. 'Eh, but I cudna do that, tried I ever sae hard! 'Ye cud lie i' yer bed ony gait, and mak the best o' 't!
The marquis was first astounded, and then tickled by her assurance. "No," he answered. "They hae turnt him oot o' hoose an' ha' schuil, at least, an' hame," she rejoined. "I may say they hae turnt him oot o' Scotlan', for what presbytery wad hae him efter he had been fun' guilty o' no thinkin' like ither fowk? Ye maun stan' his guid freen', my lord."
"And I was thinkin, this vera meenute," returned the soutar, "sic a bonny day as it was for the Lord to gang aboot amang his ain fowk. I was thinkin maybe he was come upon Maggie, and was walkin wi' her up the hill to Stanecross nearer til her, maybe, nor she could hear or see or think!" "Ye're a deal taen up wi' vain imaiginins, MacLear!" rejoined the minister, tartly.
Mony a better man has been waur misca'd, an' gart fowk forget that ever the lee was lee'd. Na, na; never rim frae a lee. An' never say, naither, 'at ye didna du the thing, 'cept it be laid straucht to yer face. Lat a lee lie i' the dirt. Gien ye pike it up, the dirt 'll stick till ye, though ye fling the lee ower the dyke at the warl's en'. Na, na!
He dropped on his knees, and, his heart half stifled in the confluence of the tides of love and misery, sighed out between the pulses in his throat: "There's naething I could na tell ye 'at ever I thoucht or did i' my life, my leddy; but it's ither fowk, my leddy! It's like to burn a hole i' my hert, an' yet I daurna open my mou'."
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