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Updated: May 21, 2025
'I was terrible hard up, an' I wrote her a nice letter on a caird wi' a view o' Glesca Cathedral on it, includin' the graveyaird cost me a penny; an' what dae ye think she sent me back? A bl oomin' trac'! At that moment the kettle boiled, and Christina, exclaiming 'Oh, mercy! sprang to the hearth.
You got the place in December, when that poor fellow Baker died. Baker was a country-bred, I know, but he always kept his contracts, while you got your polish in Glesca, and your name is Macphairson isn't it?" "I was never in Glasscow in my life, and my name is Macandrew," said the manager, putting with some aggressiveness a paper-weight on a pile of bills.
You got the place in December, when that poor fellow Baker died. Baker was a country-bred I know, but he always kept his contracts, while you got your po-lish in Glesca, and your name is Macphairson isn't it?" "I was never in Glasgow in my life, and my name is Macandrew," said the manager, putting with some aggressiveness a paper-weight on a pile of bills.
'Wad she gie me a thoosand, d'ye think, if I were to speir? asked Liz; and Teen looked vexed at these idle words. She did not like the sarcastic, flippant mood, and she regarded Liz with strong disapproval and vague uneasiness in her glance. 'I dinna like the way ye speak, Liz, she said quietly. 'But, I say, if ye were in Glesca the noo, what wad ye dae? 'Dae?
Willie gave him a grostesque wink, and observed: 'I believe ye're feart to gang into Glesca noo. Oh, they weemen! 'If ye hadna a face for pies already, I wud gi'e ye yin! 'Ah, but ye daurna strike a man that's been wounded in his country's service. Aw, gor, I wisht I had never enlisted! What country's worth a mug like this? . . . Which girl are ye maist feart for, Macgreegor?
I'll maybe ha'e to hurt ye in a meenute. . . . N' for it! He lifted up his voice. 'Hullo, Glesca Hielanders! It seemed an age until 'Right oh! came a cheerful response. 'Hurray! yelled Willie, and rose stiffly to his feet. Then with a final effort, he gave Macgregor the 'fireman's lift, and staggered and stumbled, amid shots from the other side, into safety.
"Are ye sure it's the richt man, Ecky?" said a voice which he did not hear. "Sure. It's the Glesca body Dobson telled us to look for yesterday. It's a pund note atween us for this job. We'll tie him up in the wud till we've time to attend to him." "Is he bad?" "It doesna maitter," said the one called Ecky. "He'll be deid onyway long afore the morn." Mrs.
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