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Updated: September 15, 2025
"What needs I care for the Mucklestane-Moor ony mair than ye do yoursell, Earnscliff?" said Hobbie, something offended; "to be sure, they do say there's a sort o' worricows and lang-nebbit things about the land, but what need I care for them? I hae a good conscience, and little to answer for, unless it be about a rant amang the lasses, or a splore at a fair, and that's no muckle to speak of.
"He wadna gie a bodle to save us frae famishing," said Hobbie; "and, if he did, the bread that I bought wi't would stick in my throat, when I thought it was part of the price of puir auld Scotland's crown and independence." "There's the Laird o' Dunder, ane o' the auldest families in Tiviotdale."
"O for shame, Hobbie!" replied the young Laird; "you, that profess religion, to stir your friend up to break the law, and take vengeance at his own hand, and in such a bogilly bit too, where we know not what beings may be listening to us!" "Hush, hush!" said Hobbie, drawing nearer to his companion, "I was nae thinking o' the like o' them But I can guess a wee bit what keeps your hand up, Mr.
Let women sit and greet at hame, men must do as they have been done by; it's the Scripture says't." "Haud your tongue, sir," said one of the seniors, sternly; "dinna abuse the Word that gate, ye dinna ken what ye speak about." "Hae ye ony tidings? Hae ye ony speerings, Hobbie? O, callants, dinna be ower hasty," said old Dick of the Dingle.
He was now on the heath, which began to be illuminated by the beams of the rising sun; the gentle declivity which he was descending presented him a distinct, though distant view, of the Dwarf's dwelling. The door opened, and Hobbie witnessed with his own eyes that phenomenon which he had frequently heard mentioned.
"I tell you, my friend," again replied Earnscliff, "you are incapable of judging of your own situation you will perish in this wilderness, and we must, in compassion, force you along with us." "I'll hae neither hand nor foot in't," said Hobbie; "let the ghaist take his ain way, for God's sake!"
Hobbie, who apparently took leave of him at the door of his habitation, slunk out, however, and joined him at the top of the hill. "Ye'll be gaun yonder, Mr. Patrick; feind o' me will mistryst you for a' my mother says.
"And if I were you," said Dick of the Dingle, "I would speak to Canny Elshie. He can tell you whatever betides in this land, if he's sae minded." "He SHALL tell me," said Hobbie, who was busy putting his arms in order, "what he kens o' this night's job, or I shall right weel ken wherefore he does not."
But the domestics shrunk back in doubt and alarm. Sir Frederick himself stepped forward towards the Recluse, as if to lay hands on his person, when his progress was suddenly stopped by the glittering point of a partisan, which the sturdy hand of Hobbie Elliot presented against his bosom.
So soon as Hobbie recognised the figure of Annaple, in her red cloak and black hood, he could not help exclaiming to himself, "What ill luck can hae brought the auld nurse sae far frae hame, her that never stirs a gun-shot frae the door-stane for ordinar?
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