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Angus vowed in his heart he would kill the beast on the first chance. "It wad be but blude for blude, Angus Mac Pholp," he went on. "Yer hoor's come, my man. That bairn's is no the first blude o' man ye hae shed, an' it's time the Scripture was fulfillt, an' the han' o' man shed yours." "Ye're no gauin to kill me, Rob Grant?" growled the fellow in growing fright.

"I dread it may be too much for your feelings, Miss Horn," said the minister, who being an ambitious young man of lowly origin, and very shy of the ridiculous, did not in the least wish her company. "Feelin's!" exclaimed Miss Horn, in a tone of indignant repudiation; "I'm gauin' to du what's richt. I s' gang, and gien ye dinna like my company, Mr Cairns, ye can gang hame, an' I s' gang withoot ye.

Dinna be fleyt; yer father an' Oscar has him safe eneuch, I s' warran'." "Here, Janet!" cried her husband; "gien ye be throu' wi' the bairn, I maun be gauin'." "Hoot, Robert! ye're no surely gauin' to lea' me an' puir Gibbie, 'at maunna stir, i' the hoose oor lanes wi' the murderin' man!" returned Janet. "'Deed am I, lass!

Rising, she went quickly to the byre, and returned immediately with a chain they used for tethering the cow. The end of it she slipt deftly round his neck, and made it fast, putting the little bar through a link. "Ir ye gauin' to hang me, ye she-deevil?" he cried, making a futile attempt to grasp the chain with his bound hands.

"Ow ay!" returned Peter with almost a groan; "there's a sair cheenge past upo' you, but I'm gauin' hame to the auld w'y o' things. The herrin' 'll be aye to the fore, I'm thinkin'; an' gien we getna a harbour we'll get a h'aven."

An' gien ye wad sen' my wauges hame to my mither, sir, ye wad ken 'at I cudna be gauin' stravaguin', and drinkin' whan yer back was turn't." "Well, I'll write to your mother, and see what she says," said Malcolm.

"The lown win' maun be his breath sae quaiet! He 's no hurryin' himsel' the nicht. There 's never naebody rins efter him. Eh, Phemy! I jist thoucht he was gauin' to speyk!" This last exclamation he uttered in a whisper, as the louder gush of a larger tide pulse died away on the shore. "Luik, Phemy, luik!" he resumed. "Luik oot yonner! Dinna ye see something 'at micht grow to something?"

"The suner the better, lass," replied her husband. "An' we cudna ha'e a better win'. Jist rin ye hame, an' get some vicktooals thegither, an' come efter hiz to Portlossie." "But hoo 'ill ye get the boat to the watter ohn mair han's? I'll need to come mysel' an' fess Jean." "Na, na; let Jean sit. There's plenty i' the Seaton to help. We're gauin' to tak' the markis's cutter.

Brandishing in her hand a spunk with which she had been making the porridge for supper, she cried in a voice that reached every ear: "What's this I hear o' 't! Come oot o' that, Lizzy, ye limmer! Ir ye gauin' frae ill to waur, i' the deevil's name!" It was Meg Partan. She sent the congregation right and left from her, as a ship before the wind sends a wave from each side of her bows.

It was little below torture to the marquis and Lady Florimel. Simultaneously they rose to make their escape. "My lord an' my leddy maun be gauin', daddy," cried Malcolm.