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"Ay, I have an auld score to settle wi' you, Wallace, an' I hope to see you an' your comrades swing in the Grassmarket before lang." "Ye'll niver see that, my man," said Black, as he firmly grasped the shovel. "Ye ha'ena gotten us yet, an' it's my opeenion that you an' your freends'll be in kingdom-come before we swing, if ye try to tak' us alive. Oot o' this hoose, ye scoondrels!"
'I ha'ena your luck, ma lad. If I was trustin' a girl, I'll bet ye a bob she wud turn oot to be yin o' the sort that pinches a chap's wages afore they're warmed in his pooch, an' objec's to him smokin' a fag, an' tak's the huff if he calls her fig-face. 'I'm afraid ye're a pessimist, Christina said. 'I used to dae a bit in that line masel'. Ma favourite motto was: "Cheer up ye'll soon be deid!"
'What's up, Mac? she asked, kindly. 'Surely ye ha'ena cast oot wi' yer uncle? 'I've enlisted, he softly exploded. She stared, and the colour rose in her pretty face, but her voice was calm. 'Lucky you! said she. He was disappointed. Involuntarily he exclaimed: 'Ye're no a bit surprised! 'What regiment? He told her, and she informed him that he wouldn't look so bad in the kilt.
'Ye should think shame to say a thing like that to a chap that hasna tasted but wance for near a year at least, for several months, said Willie, following. 'But I'll forgive ye like a Christian. . . . For peety's sake ten' us a tanner. I ha'ena had a fag since yesterday. I'll no split on ye. He winked and nudged Macgregor. 'Maggie's a whale for the cuddlin' eh? It was too much.
But he was not the only one awake: on the threshold of Peter's cottage sat his little Phemy, trying to polish a bit of serpentine marble upon the doorstep, with the help of water, which stood by her side in a broken tea cup. She lifted her sweet gray eyes, and smiled him a welcome. "Are ye up a'ready, Phemy?" he said. "I ha'ena been doon yet," she answered.
But, ye see that micht be to make a playock o' her hert. Puir thing, she luiks doon upo' me frae the tap o' her bonny neck, as frae a h'avenly heicht; but I s' lat her ken yet, gien only I can win at the gait o' 't, that I ha'ena come nigh her for naething." He gave a sigh with the words, and a pause followed. "The trowth's the trowth," resumed Miss Horn, "neither mair nor less."
'I like the feel o' it, she admitted softly, 'an' it's real bonny; but ye ye shouldna ha'e done it, Mac. She made as if to remove the ring. He caught her hand. 'But we're engaged! 'Ye're ower sure o' that, she said a trifle sharply. He stared at her. 'Firstly, I never said I wud tak' the ring for keeps, she proceeded. 'Secondly, ye ha'ena seen ma uncle yet
That's a'! She took out her purse and from it something small which, stepping forward, she laid on the counter near him. Her engagement ring! After a moment of strained silence 'Christina! he gasped; 'Christina! ye canna mean it serious! 'Good-bye, she said stiffly, stepping back. 'But but ye ha'ena heard ma story. It's no fair 'Oh, she cried harshly, 'dinna keep on at that tune!
'She wasna as saft as I fancied she was, remarked Macgregor in an uncertain voice. 'So ye wud jist gang to yer aunt's for yer supper, efter a'? 'Ay! An' the auld cat was oot at a prayer-meetin'. I ha'ena had a bite in ma mooth since denner-time. Ha'e ye onything o' yer uncle's handy? 'I can gi'e ye a wee tin o' corned beef, Wullie. Ye ken whaur to find it. 'Least ye can dae, Willie growled.
'Neither breeks nor kilts, he declared heavily, 'can cover deceit. Ye're under age, Macgreegor. Ye're but eichteen! 'Nineteen, Uncle Purdie. 'Eh? An' when was ye nineteen? 'This mornin'. Mr. Purdie's hand went to his mouth in time to stop a guffaw. Presently he soberly inquired what his nephew's parents had said on the matter. 'I ha'ena tell't them yet. 'Ah, that's bad.
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