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That's ane o' the considerations 'at hings some sair upo' me: see what we hae dune!" "What for dinna ye gang ower to Maister Graham, an' speir what he thinks?" "What for sud I gang till him? What's he but a fine moaral man? I never h'ard 'at he had ony discernment o' the min' o' the speerit." "That's what Dilse's Bess frae Clamrock wad say aboot yersel', Peter."
'It seems to me, Mr. Innes, said MacGregor, 'that ye hae hit the nail, but no upo' the heid. What mak' ye o' the phrase, no confined to the Scots tongue, I believe, o' an eaves-drapper? The whilk, no doobt, represents a body that hings aboot yer winnock, like a drap hangin' ower abune it frae the eaves therefore called an eaves drapper.
'What, in the name of Sathan, are ye feared for, wi' your French gibberish, that would make a dog sick? Listen, ye stickit stibbler, to what I tell ye, or ye sail rue it while there's a limb o' ye hings to anither! Tell Colonel Mannering that I ken he's seeking me.
My Maister's no o' ae min' wi' you, mem, aboot sic affairs and sae I maun gang, and lea' ye to yer ain opingon! But I would jist remin' ye, mem, that she's at this present i' my hoose, wi my wife; and my wee bit lassie hings aboot her as gien she was an angel come doon to see the bonny place this warl luks frae up there. Eh, puir lammie, the stanes oucht to be feower upo thae hill-sides!"
"There!" cried the girl; "your own watch says only a quarter past five." "Ow, ay! my leddy; I set it by the toon clock 'at hings i' the window o' the Lossie Airms last nicht. But I maun awa' an' luik efter my lines, or atween the deil an' the dogfish my lord'll fare ill." "You haven't told me why you fired the gun," she persisted.
I know you are only joking with me; but indeed, madam, though I was never at a play in London, yet I have seen acting before in the country; and the king for my money; he speaks all his words distinctly, half as loud again as the other. Anybody may see he is an actor." Is there for honest poverty That hings his head, an' a' that? The coward slave, we pass him by We dare be poor for a' that.
Na, na he hings his sword on the cleek, lays his beaver on the shelf, puts his pedigree into his pocket, and gangs as doucely and cannily about his peddling craft as if his blood was nae better than ditch-water; but let our pedlar be transformed, as I have kend it happen mair than ance, into a bein thriving merchant, then ye shall have a transformation, my lords.
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