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Updated: September 5, 2025
"My lort, she 'll pe ta craandest staand o' pipes she efer blew, and proud and thankful she'll pe to her lort marquis, and to ta Lort of lorts, for ta kift.
"Cone! and her huspant will be waiting to pe killing her! Och nan ochan!" "Her husband!" echoed the marquis. "Ach! she'll not can pe helping it, my lort no more till one will pe tead; and tat should pe ta woman, for she'll pe a paad woman ta worstest woman efer was married, my lort." "That's saying a good deal," returned the marquis. "Not one wort more as enough, my lort," said Duncan.
"Pooch, their guns! what'll sicknify their guns, my lort, when I'll have cot a hold o' the craturs themsels in my hants?" and he held out his enormous brown paws as if to certify their power. "I'll crush the podies like a mussel shells." "No violence, John, remember," said Lord Rae energetically, but smiling as he spoke, "that is, to the extent of doing the men any, the smallest personal injury.
"It's nah my child, lort abbut," replied the miller's wife, taking up the infant and bringing it to him; "it wur brought to me this varry neet by Ebil. Ey wish it wur far enough, ey'm sure, for it's a deformed little urchon. One o' its een is lower set than t' other; an t' reet looks up, while t' laft looks down."
"She wass afrait, my lort and chentlemans," he said, with a quavering voice, "tat her pag will pe near her latter end; put she pelieved she would pe living peyond her nainsel, my chentlemans." He ceased abruptly, for his fingers had found the wound, and were prosecuting an inquiry: they ran along the smooth edges of the cut, and detected treachery.
Look, lort abbut, look!" But Paslew heeded her not, but murmured to himself: "Ever in my path, go where I will. It is vain to struggle with my fate. I will go back and surrender myself to the Earl of Derby." "Nah, nah! yo shanna do that," replied Hal o' Nabs, who, with the miller, was close beside him.
In this sad predicament the phlegmatic hero of the flesh mountain lay, piteously bemoaning his fate, and cursing his foes. As the balls would rake the subnascent appendage, making it twinge with the sharp sting, he would cry out: "Oh! oh, Lort! haf' mercy on me and mine!"
Presently, he distinguished a footstep stealthily approaching him, and almost hoped that the wizard would consummate his vengeance by taking his life. But he was quickly undeceived, for a hand was placed on his shoulder, and a friendly voice whispered in his ears, "Cum along wi' meh, lort abbut. Get up, quick quick!"
Were the doors thrown open, and the guard removed, I should remain where I am." "Whot!" exclaimed Hal o' Nabs, in a tone of bitter disappointment; "yo winnaw go, neaw aw's prepared. By th' Mess, boh yo shan. Ey'st nah go back to Ebil empty-handed. If yo'n sworn to stay here, ey'n sworn to set yo free, and ey'st keep meh oath. Willy nilly, yo shan go wi' meh, lort abbut!"
"Where is the Catanach woman gone?" cried the marquis. "Cone!" shouted the piper. "Cone! and her huspant will pe waiting to pe killing her! Och nan ochan!" "Her husband!" echoed the marquis. "Ach! she 'll not can pe helping it, my lort no more till one will pe tead and tat should pe ta woman, for she 'll pe a paad woman ta worstest woman efer was married, my lort."
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