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'Captain, said Dinmont, in a half whisper, 'I wish she binna uncanny! her words dinna seem to come in God's name, or like other folks'. Od, they threep in our country that there ARE sic things. 'Don't be afraid, my friend, whispered Bertram in return. 'Fear'd! fient a haet care I, said the dauntless farmer; 'be she witch or deevil, it's a' ane to Dandie Dinmont.
"Deil haet o' me kens," said Ratcliffe; "he'll no likely gang back to ony o' his auld howffs; he'll be off the country by this time. He has gude friends some gate or other, for a' the life he's led; he's been weel educate." "He'll grace the gallows the better," said Mr. Sharpitlaw; "a desperate dog, to murder an officer of the city for doing his duty! Wha kens wha's turn it might be next?
But me! na, deil haet o' me!" "She is penitent at least," said M'Brair. "Do you mean to actually up and tell me to my face that she accused me?" cried the curate. "I canna just say that," replied M'Brair. "But I rebuked her in the name of God, and she repented before me on her bended knees." "Weel, I daursay she's been ower far wi' the dragoons," said Haddo. "I never denied that.
Jarvie dismissed me with little formality, with an advice to "gang up the gate to the college, where I wad find some chields could speak Greek and Latin weel at least they got plenty o' siller for doing deil haet else, if they didna do that; and where I might read a spell o' the worthy Mr.
'Captain, said Dinmont, in a half whisper, 'I wish she binna uncanny! her words dinna seem to come in God's name, or like other folks'. Od, they threep in our country that there ARE sic things. 'Don't be afraid, my friend, whispered Bertram in return. 'Fear'd! fient a haet care I, said the dauntless farmer; 'be she witch or deevil, it's a' ane to Dandie Dinmont.
"I can imagine your feelings; but M'Murdo didn't think of you being here when he spoke." "The de'il haet A care fir Collins, ony mair nir A dae fir yir ain sel', Nelson!" replied Mac defiantly. "Od! air ye no din greetin' the yet, lassie?" he continued, turning to Ida. "No anither pegh oot o' yir heed, ir bagode A'll tak' ye in han'."
Deil haet he kens mair about it than what's in the declaration, and a surmise that Jeanie Deans suld hae been able to say something about her sister's situation, whilk surmise, Mr. Crossmyloof says, rests on sma' authority. And he's cleckit this great muckle bird out o' this wee egg! He could wile the very flounders out o' the Firth. What garr'd my father no send me to Utrecht?
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