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'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.
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. It's pit mirk; but there's no an ill turn on the road but twa, and the brigg ower Warroch burn is safe eneugh, if he haud to the right side. But then there's Heavieside Brae, that's just a murder for post-cattle; but Jock kens the road brawly.
'And choose Jock Jabos for your master of horse? replied the lawyer. 'Perhaps I may. 'And where is Dandie, the redoubted Lord of Liddesdale? demanded the advocate. 'Returned to his mountains; but he has promised Julia to make a descent in summer, with the goodwife, as he calls her, and I don't know how many children. 'O, the curly-headed varlets!
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.
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!"
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.
On the Sunday following, Colonel Mannering attended the parish church with great decorum. None of the Ellangowan family were present; and it was understood that the old Laird was rather worse than better. Jock Jabos, once more despatched for him, returned once more without his errand; but on the following day Miss Bertram hoped he might be removed.
"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. And I tell ye he had as gude a hat, and boots, and gloves, as ony gentleman need to have.
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 Ellengowan."
'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.
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