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"Ye'll no tell Bell that?" he asked, anxiously. "Tell her what?" "Aboot me an' Mysy." "We'll see hoo ye behave yersel, Sam'l." "No 'at I care, Eppie; ye can tell her gin ye like. I widna think twice o' tellin her mysel." "The Lord forgie ye for leein', Sam'l," said Eppie, as he disappeared down Tammy Tosh's close. Here he came upon Henders Webster. "Ye're late, Sam'l," said Henders. "What for?"
"Fowks tell a mak o' tales about witches, barguests, an' sike-like," Owd Dont began, "but I tak no count o' all their clash; I reckon nowt o' tales without they belang my awn family. But what I's gannin to tell you is what I've heerd my mother say, aye scores o' times; so you'll know it's true. A gradely lass were my mother, an' noan gien to leein', like some fowks I could name.
It maitered little sae lang as they war lasses as hertless and toom-heidit as himsel, and ower weel used to sic havers; but a lassie like you, 'at never afore hearkent to siclike, she taks them a' for trowth, and the leein sough o' him gars her trow there was never on earth sic a won'erfu cratur as her! What pleesur there can be i' leein 's mair nor I can faddom!
"You mistake, sir. I say that Marion Hope, my wife's sister, is still foolish enough to like him." "Your wife's sister! You didna marry Chatterton's sweetheart?" "No, sir her elder sister." "Oh, lord, if I had my fingers round the thrapple o' that leein' scoundrel on the tap of the coach! Gie me your hand, Captain Smith it's all a mistake. I'll set it right in two minutes.
'Weel, I kenna wha brocht the shune, as I tellt ye a'ready. 'But they wantit nae men'in'. 'I micht hae men't them an' forgotten 't, mem. 'Noo ye're leein'. 'Gin ye gang on that gait, mem, I winna speyk a word o' trowth frae this moment foret. 'Jist tell me what ye ken aboot thae shune, an' I'll no say anither word. 'Weel, mem, I'll tell ye the trowth.
Sam'l resented this, and prepared to depart again. "Ye'll no tell Bell that?" he asked, anxiously. "Tell her what?" "Aboot me an' Mysy." "We'll see hoo ye behave yersel', Sam'l." "No 'at I care, Eppie; ye can tell her gin ye like. I widna think twice o' tellin' her mysel'." "The Lord forgie ye for leein', Sam'l," said Eppie, as he disappeared down Tammy Tosh's close.
Ye've found at last blind that ye've been! that it's yer ain hell's tyke that's the Killer; and noo ye think by yer leein' impitations to throw the blame on ma Wullie. Ye rob me o' ma Cup, ye rob me o' ma son, ye wrang me in ilka thing; there's but ae thing left me Wullie. And noo ye're set on takin' him awa'. But ye shall not I'll kill ye first!"
I'm thinkin' 'at, gien a' was richt 'ithin me, gien I lo'ed my neibor as the Lord wad hae them 'at lo'ed Him lo'e ilk ane his brither, I micht be better able to pray amang them ay, i' the verra face o' the bargainin' an' leein' a' aboot me."
"But I'm saying, Dand" she came nearer him "I'm for the muirs. I must have a braith of air. If Clem was to be speiring for me, try and quaiet him, will ye no?" "What way?" said Dandie. "I ken but the ae way, and that's leein'. I'll say ye had a sair heed, if ye like." "But I havena," she objected. "I daursay no," he returned.
The ae thing 'at spites me is, 'at the verra fowk 'at was the first to spread yer ill report, 'ill be the first to wuss ye weel whan the trowth's kent ay, an they 'll persuaud their verra sel's 'at they stuck up for ye like born brithers." "There maun be some jeedgement upo' leein'!"
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