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Na, no in London; that's no my plan, but I would hae't within an hour's distance o' London, say five mile frae the market-place, an' standin' in a bit garden, whaur the geniuses could walk aboot arm-in-arm, composin' their minds." "You would have the grounds walled in, I suppose, so that the public could not intrude?"
"And yet it's strange he should be here too. Was he his lane?" "His lee-lane for what I could see," said I. "Did he gang by?" he asked. "Straight by," said I, "and looked neither to the right nor left." "And that's queerer yet," said Alan. "It sticks in my mind, Davie, that we should be stirring. But where to? deil hae't! This is like old days fairly," cries he.
As to that penance, it's just some Papistrical nonsense, he has gotten into his head de'il hae't mair: but sure they're a' full o't a' o' the same graft, an' a bad one I fear it is." "Well, I believe so, Malcomson, I believe so. However, if the unfortunate fool is clever, give him good wages."
"Deil a bit on my side o' the wa'," answered the sturdy beggar; "I never deal in mistakes, they aye bring mischances. Now, Monkbarns, that young gentleman, that's wi' your honour, thinks little of a carle like me; and yet, I'll wager I'll tell him whar he was yestreen at the gloamin, only he maybe wadna like to hae't spoken o' in company."
"And yet it's strange he should be here too! Was he his lane?" "His lee-lane for what I could see," said I. "Did he gang by?" he asked. "Straight by," said I, "and looked neither to the right nor left." "And that's queerer yet," said Alan. "It sticks in my mind, Davie, that we should be stirring. But where to? deil hae't! This is like old days fairly," cries he.
When check'd for this, they'd often tell ye, 'Indeed her nainsell's a tume belly; You'll no gie't wanting bought, nor sell me; Hersell will hae't; Go tell King Shorge, and Shordy's Willie, I'll hae a meat. I saw the soldiers at Linton-brig, Because the man was not a Whig, Of meat and drink leave not a skig, Within his door; They burnt his very hat and wig, And thump'd him sore.
If I were my ordinar' I wad hae't in the byre, though I had to kindle Ninemileburn ower Wat's heid." She turned miserably on her pillow and the babe beside her set up a feeble crying. Sim busied himself with re-lighting the peat fire. He knew too well that he would never see the milk-cow till he took with him the price of his debt or gave a bond on harvested crops.
What's a' this aboot Mrs Forbes and you?" "Grit fowk maunna ride ower the tap o' puir fowk like me, Miss Anderson." "She's a widow, Mr Bruce"-�Annie could not add "and childless"�-"and lays nae claim to be great fowk. It's no a Christian way o' treatin' her." "Fowk maun hae their ain. It's mine, and I maun hae't. There's naething agen that i' the ten tables.
There's nae gospel for no giein' fowk their ain. I'm nae a missionar noo. I dinna haud wi' sic things. I canna beggar my faimily to haud up her muckle hoose. She maun pay me, or I'll tak' it." "Gin ye do, Mr Bruce, ye s' no hae my siller ae minute efter the time's up; and I'm sorry ye hae't till than." "That's neither here nor there. Ye wad be wantin' 't or that time ony hoo."
"Noo," said he, "to pleasure you, Kate, I hae stoppit the mill, and to pleasure me, I hope ye'll consent to stop your tongue; for, to be plain wi' you, frae my ain house I'll no gang this night; and ye shall hae't since ye will hae't, I hae a reason of my ain for biding at hame, and at hame I will bide; na, what's mair, Kate, it's a reason that I'll no tell to you."
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