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"The michty be ower's! what's come to my bairn?" she said. "The maister knockit him doon," gasped Agnes. "Eh, lassie! rin for the doctor." "No," came feebly from the bed. "I dinna want ony notice ta'en o' the business." "Are ye sair hurtit, my bairn?" asked the old woman. "My heid's some sair an' throughither-like; but I'll just lie still a wee, and syne I'll be able to gang hame. I'm some sick.
But Robert was down the wynd like a long-legged grayhound, and Elshender could only follow like a fierce mastiff. It was love and grief, though, and apprehension and remorse, not vengeance, that winged his heels. He soon saw that pursuit was vain. 'Robert! Robert! he cried; 'I canna win up wi' ye. Stop, for God's sake! Is she hurtit? Robert stopped at once.
"Ay, ay; I ken him.�-And the ill wad be whatever hurtit anither man, and the gude whatever furthered himsel?" said Mr Cupples as he dipped the last morsel of his third potato in the salt which he held in the palm of his left hand. "Ye hae said it, Mr Cupples." And therewith, Mr Cupples bade James good-night, and went to the hoose. There he heard the happy news that Alec insisted on seeing him.
By this time Beauchamp, having swallowed the rest of his tumbler at a gulp, had recovered a little. He rose with defiance on his face. "Dinna lat him gang, gentlemen," cried Cupples, "till I tell ye ae ither God's trowth. I ran back to the brig, as hard's my legs cud carry me, consolin' mysel' wi' the reflection that gin Alec had na been sair hurtit i' the scuffle, there was no fear o' him.
A sharp, sickening click and the man dropped out of my fingers like a stone. The moon went in again, and hid the evil thing from us. "Pe she hurtit?" asked Donald anxiously. "Not a scratch!" I replied. "Tat's goot! Carry 'er up to the fire," he added to three or four men who had run up on hearing his yell. "She's English and, maybe, she sall hae fine pickins on 'er."
"It's no 'at I'm no willin' to be your freen', mem; but I'm yer son's freen' a'ready, an' gien he war to hear onything 'at gart him mislippen till me, it wad gang to my hert." "Then you can judge what I feel!" said the lady. "Gien it wad hale your hert to hurt mine, I wad think aboot it, mem; but gien it hurtit a' three o' 's, and did guid to nane, it wad be a misfit a'thegither.
Whan a body disna ken yer wull, she's jist driven to distraction. Thoo knows, my Maister, as weel's I can tell ye, 'at gien ye said till me, 'That man's gauin' to cut yer thro't: tak the tows frae him, an' lat him up, I wad rin to dee't. It's no revenge, Lord; it's jist 'at I dinna ken. The man's dune me no ill, 'cep' as he's sair hurtit yer bonnie Gibbie.
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