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Updated: May 19, 2025
"Na, na, mem, there's nae risk o' that; this is no ane o' yer creepy caves whaur otters an wullcats hae their habitations; it's a muckle open mou'd place, like them 'at prays intill 't as toom an' clear sidit as a tongueless bell. A body wad think ye had an ill thoucht i' yer heid eh, mem?" The suggestion was followed by a low, almost sneering laugh.
It's fleein' here to this tea-meetin' an stravagin' yonder to some bit choir practise, an' here awa, there awa, until Ah dinna ken what's to be the end o' it! Aye, an' the next thing they've gotten intill their bit heids is that they must get a bit o' an idolatrous music boax for the kirk! Yon bit thistle heid o' a schoolmaister cam' till me aboot the thing the day; what d'ye think o' yon?"
That's whaur maist the haill toon cam oot o'. It's a some eerie kin' o' a place to luik at i' this licht. I won'er at ye never saw't." "I have seen the opening there, but never took much notice of it before," said Ginevra. "Come an' I'll lat ye see't," rejoined Donal. "It's weel worth luikin' intill. Ye hae nae notion sic a place as 'tis.
An' sae whan I lie i' my bed, an' a' at ance there comes a wee soughie o' win' i' my face, an' I luik up an' see it was naething but the wings o' a flittin' flee, I think wi' mysel' hoo a' the curses are but blessin's 'at ye dinna see intill, an' hoo ilka midge, an' flee, an' muckle dronin' thing 'at gangs aboot singin' bass, no to mention the doos an' the mairtins an' the craws an' the kites an' the oolets an' the muckle aigles an' the butterflees, is a' jist haudin' the air gauin' 'at ilka defilin' thing may be weel turnt ower, an' brunt clean.
A reply comes from within the dairy. "Ay, mem?" "You'll need tae leave the butter and help Master Robert. He's no hand with the kye. He's let Heatherbell intill the neeps. And the maister is away at " With a muffled "Maircy me!" a heated young woman shoots out of a side door and proceeds at the double to the assistance of the incompetent cow-herd.
"She don't take sides sharp in this war," her father said to Gaunt, "my little girl; 'n fact, she isn't keen till put her soul intill anythin' but lovin'. She's a pore Democrat, David, an' not a strong Methody, allays got somethin' till say fur t' other side, Papishers an' all. An' she gets religion quiet. But it's the real thing," watching his hearer's face with an angry suspicion.
Ye 'll no be suppeent for your witness upo' the pint." "I wad as sune gang a mile intill the mou' o' hell, as gang to Kirkbyres!" said Malcolm. "I hae my answer," said Peter, and turned away. "But I s' gang," Malcolm went on. "The thing 'at maun be can be.
"There may be, though," resumed Phemy. "It gangs back a lang road. I hae never been in sicht o' the cud o' 't. It comes doon verra laich in some places, and gangs up heich again in ithers, but nae sign o' an en' till 't." "Is there ony soon' o' watter intill 't?" asked Malcolm. "Na, nane at ever I hard. But I'll tell ye what I hae hard: I hae hard the flails gaein' thud, thud, abune my heid."
Three months o' tongue haudin', an' there 's yer five poun'; an' Maister Soutar o' Duff Harbour 'ill pay 't intill yer ain han'. But brak troth wi' me, an' ye s' hear o' 't; for gien ye war hangt, the warl' wad be but the cleaner. Noo quit the hoose, an' never lat me see ye aboot the place again. But afore ye gang, I gie ye fair warnin' 'at I mean to win at a' yer byganes."
"Yes, a week, with never a move till him, and niver a look out av his lovely eyes." "But he takes his nourishment, does he?" "Yes, once in a while a cup of milk with a wee drap av whisky intill it, doctor." The doctor nodded. "Won't hurt him. Not too much, mind. A teaspoonful in a large cup."
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