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But as lang as siller's current, Deacon, folk maunna look ower nicely at what king's head's on't. 'I doubt Glossin will prove but shand after a', mistress, said Jabos, as he passed through the little lobby beside the bar; 'but this is a gude half-crown ony way.
The people around, who now learned from Jabos that Bertram was the person who had wounded him, were struck with his generosity, and added his name to Bertram's in their exulting acclamations. Some, however, demanded of the postilion how he had not recognised Bertram when he saw him some time before at Kippletringan.
Our readers' old acquaintance Jock Jabos was first summoned, and admitted frankly that he had seen and conversed upon the ice that morning with a stranger, who, he understood, had lodged at the Gordon Arms the night before. 'What turn did your conversation take? said Glossin. 'Turn? ou, we turned nae gate at a', but just keep it straight forward upon the ice like.
Our friend Jock Jabos, the postilion, forced his way into the middle of the circle; but no sooner cast his eyes upon Bertram than he started back in amazement, with a solemn exclamation, 'As sure as there's breath in man, it's auld Ellangowan arisen from the dead!
Pleydell, and throughout throws in Hatteraick and Glossin, Jock Jabos and his mistress, and Sir Robert Haslewood, the company at Kippletringan, and at the funeral, and elsewhere, in the most reckless spirit of literary lavishness. Nor is he less prodigal of incident and scene. The opening passage of Mannering's night-ride could not have been bettered if the painter had taken infinitely more pains.
Skreigh; I'se warrant I hae heard you sing a blythe sang on Saturday at e'en before now. But as for the chaise, Deacon, it hasna been out of the coachhouse since Mrs. Bertram died, that's sixteen or seventeen years sin syne . Jock Jabos is away wi' a chaise of mine for them; I wonder he's no come back. A loud rapping was heard at the door. "That's no them. I dinna hear the wheels.
'Now, that will not pass, said the postilion, who, at a respectful distance, was listening to the conversation, 'begging Mr. 'Whisht, Jock, said the landlady. 'Ay? and what do YE ken o' the matter, friend Jabos? said the precentor, contemptuously. 'No muckle, to be sure, Mr.
The people around, who now learned from Jabos that Bertram was the person who had wounded him, were struck with his generosity, and added his name to Bertram's in their exulting acclamations. Some, however, demanded of the postilion how he had not recognised Bertram when he saw him some time before at Kippletringan.
Our reader's old acquaintance, Jock Jabos, was first summoned, and admitted frankly that he had seen and conversed upon the ice that morning with a stranger, who, he understood, had lodged at the Gordon Arms the night before. "What turn did your conversation take?" said Glossin. "Turn? ou, we turned nae gate at a', but just keepit straight forward upon the ice like."
'Ay, troth am I, answered Jock Jabos, 'and I wish I were ony gate else. 'Open the carriage then. Bertram, resolving to be passive in the hands of a person who had just rendered him such a distinguished piece of service, got into the chaise as directed. Dinmont followed; Wasp, who had kept close by them, sprung in at the same time, and the carriage drove off very fast.
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