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Updated: June 15, 2025
But I'll see what o' them can be gotten back, and I'll take this day twa days to meet Hobbie at the Castleton wi' twa friends on ilka side, and see to make an agreement about a' the wrang he can wyte me wi'." "Ay, ay," said Elliot, "that will do weel eneugh." And then aside to his kinsman, "Murrain on the gear! Lordsake, man! say nought about them.
In an instant Hobbie had in his arms Grace Armstrong, who, with one of his sister's plaids around her, had passed unnoticed at his first entrance. "How dared you do this?" said Hobbie.
"Fie, fie, Hobbie; it was a foolish brawl, occasioned by wine and politics many swords were drawn it is impossible to say who struck the blow."
In this disposition of accommodation he approached the hut of the Solitary. The old man was not upon his seat of audience, nor could Hobbie perceive him in his garden, or enclosures. "He's gotten into his very keep," said Hobbie, "maybe to be out o' the gate; but I'se pu' it doun about his lugs, if I canna win at him otherwise."
Hobbie cast a mournful glance on Grace Armstrong, who returned it with a downcast look and a gentle sigh. "Dinna be cast down, bairns," said the grandmother, "we hae gude friends that winna forsake us in adversity.
"Lord safe us!" whispered Hobbie, "that the dead should bear sie fearfu' ill-will to the living! his saul maun be in a puir way, I'm jealous." "Come, my friend," said Earnscliff, "you seem to suffer under some strong affliction; common humanity will not allow us to leave you here."
"Our neighbours hae taen a day at the Castleton to gree wi' him at the sight o' men," said Hobbie, mournfully; "they behoved to have it a' their ain gate, or there was nae help to be got at their hands." "To gree wi' him!" exclaimed both his brothers at once, "after siccan an act of stouthrife as hasna been heard o' in the country since the auld riding days!"
As these emotions subsided, less pleasing considerations began to intrude themselves. "This is a miserable place for ye a'," said Hobbie, looking around him; "I can sleep weel eneugh mysell outby beside the naig, as I hae done mony a lang night on the hills; but how ye are to put yoursells up, I canna see!
"It's nae living thing, after a'," said Hobbie, approaching, "but the very bag o' siller he flung out o' the window yesterday! and that other queer lang creature has just brought it sae muckle farther on the way to me." He then advanced and lifted the heavy fur pouch, which was quite full of gold.
His mother stood ready to open and shut the grate; but Hobbie struck at the freebooter as he entered with so much force, that the sword made a considerable cleft in the lintel of the vaulted door, which is still shown as a memorial of the superior strength of those who lived in the days of yore.
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