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They have tried many ways of drawing Grizel, from heckle biscuits and parlies to a slap in the face, but neither by coaxing nor squeezing will you get an egg out of a sweer hen, and so they found. 'The dour little limmer, they say, 'stalking about wi' all her blinds down, and they are slow to interfere when their laddies call her names.
"Hand your tongue, ye skirling limmer!" said the officer who had acted as master of the ceremonies to this extraordinary performer, and who was rather scandalised at the freedom of her demeanour before a person of Mr. Sharpitlaw's importance "haud your tongue, or I'se gie ye something to skirl for!"
"A pretty manoeuvre," said the woman; "leave my husband in the hands of you and that limmer, who has never been true to us; I should find him strangled or his throat cut when I came back." "Do you go," said I, to the tall girl, "take the can and fetch some water from the pit."
Girdle, a griddle. Glengarry bonnet, a small cap without visor. Greet, weep. Guddling, catching fish with the hands. Isna, is not. Keek, a peep. Ken, know. Kilmarnock bonnet, a tam-o'-shanter. Kirk, church. Biro, a churn. Kist, a chest. Laird, a lord, a landed proprietor. Laverock, the lark. Limmer, a mischievous person. Losh, an exclamation. Loup, to leap. Lug, ear.
"Ye little limmer!" cried Margaret, seizing her by the shoulder, "what gart ye rin awa'? I dinna want ye, ye brat!" "I didna rin awa', Auntie." "Robert Bruce cried on ye to come in, himsel'." "It wis himsel' that sent me to Laurie Lumley's to tell him to come till him direckly." Margaret could not make "head or tail" of it. But as Annie had never told her a lie, she could not doubt her.
MacPhail into the Ten-Mark Court The Hieland limmer of a lass wanted to swear herself free but haud ye there, says I." The detailed account of this important suit might have lasted until poor Butler's hour of rest was completely exhausted, had not Saddletree been interrupted by the noise of voices at the door.
Brandishing in her hand a spunk with which she had been making the porridge for supper, she cried in a voice that reached every ear: "What's this I hear o' 't! Come oot o' that, Lizzy, ye limmer! Ir ye gauin' frae ill to waur, i' the deevil's name!" It was Meg Partan. She sent the congregation right and left from her, as a ship before the wind sends a wave from each side of her bows.
At first he thought they were chasing her. but they were following her as a leader. Her eyes sparkled as she waved them to the square with her arms. "The soldiers, the soldiers!" was the universal cry. "Who is that woman?" demanded Gavin, catching hold of a frightened old man. "Curse the Egyptian limmer," the man answered, "she's egging my laddie on to fecht."
Miss Blossom walked till she met an opportune omnibus. About an hour later a four-wheeler bore a woman with blazing eyes, and a pile of trunks gaping untidily, from the Major's house in St. John's Wood Road. The Honourable Company had won its first victory: Major Apsley, having fulfilled Miss Blossom's commands, had seen what she expected him to see, and was disentangled from Miss Limmer.
'But now tell me, my excellent friend, how did you find out I was here? 'Od, lad, queerly eneugh, said Dandie; 'but I'll tell ye that after we are done wi' our supper, for it will maybe no be sae weel to speak about it while that lang-lugged limmer o' a lass is gaun flisking in and out o' the room.
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