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"I'll sweir ony lawfu' aith 'at ye like to lay upo' me," protested Angus, "'at I'll dee whatever ye please to require o' me." "I dinna doobt ye wad sweir; but what neist?" said Janet. "What neist but ye'll lowse my han's?" rejoined Angus.
I'll be better workin' wi' my han's nor wi' my heid whan I hae nae houp left o' ever seein' yer face again. I winna lowse a day aboot it. Gien I lowse time I may lowse my rizon. Hae patience wi' me ae meenute, mem; I'm jist driven to tell ye the trowth. It's mony a lang sin' I hae kent mysel' wantin' you. Ye're the boady, an' I'm the shaidow.
Faith! gien she war to sing 'come doon' to me, I wad gang. Wad that be to lowse baith sowl an' body, I wonner? I'll see what Maister Graham says to that. It's a fine question to put till 'im: 'Gien a body was to gang wi' a mermaid, wha they say has nae sowl to be saved, wad that be the loss o' his sowl, as weel's o' the bodily life o' 'im?"
For it must be borne in mind that all the houses in the place were occupied by poor people, with whom the one virtue, Charity, was, in a measure, at home, and amidst many sins, cardinal and other, managed to live in even some degree of comfort. 'Get up, than, Shargar, ye lazy beggar! Or are ye frozen to the door-stane? I s' awa' for a kettle o' bilin' water to lowse ye. 'Na, na, Bob.
"I saw ye come oot o' Professor Fraser's," said Cupples, "and I thocht a bit dauner i' the caller air wad do me no ill; sae I jist cam' efter ye." Then changing his tone, he added, "Alec, man, haud a grip o' yersel'. Dinna tyne that Lowse onything afore ye lowse haud o' yersel'." "What do you mean, Mr Cupples?" asked Alec, not altogether willing to understand him. "Ye ken weel eneuch what I mean.
I' the middle o' an awfu' sooch there was a fearfu' reeshil at oor door, an' Sandy fair jamp aff his chair wi' the start. "A'ye in, Sandy?" cried Dauvid Kenawee, in a nervish kind o' a voice. I awa' an' opened the door, an' here was Dauvid an' Mistress Kenawee Dauvid wi' his pints wallopin' amon' his feet, an' his weyscot lowse, an' Mistress Kenawee juist wi' her short-goon an' a shallie on.
Ye can easy luik roun the neuk o' the back-yett, an' nobody be a hair the wiser. As sune as ever ye spy her lowse i' the yard be aff wi' ye to Willie Macwha. Syne, Curly, ye fire yer gun, and burn the blue lichts o' the tap o' the hoose; and gin I see or hear the signal, I'll be ower in seven minutes an' a half.
He must find another magistrate than the laird; he would not trust him where his own gamekeeper, Angus Mac Pholp, was concerned. "Keep yer ee upon him, Janet," he said, turning in the doorway. "Dinna lowse sicht o' him afore I come back wi' the constable. Dinna lippen. I s' be back in three hoors like." With these words he turned finally, and disappeared.
Bruce was anything but a quarrelsome man with other than his inferiors. He pocketed the lie very calmly. "Dinna lowse yer temper, Mr Doo. It's a sair fau't that." "Jist ye deliver up the bairn's effecks, or I'll gang to them that'll gar ye." "Wha micht that be, Mr Doo?" asked Bruce, wishing first to find out how far Dow was prepared to go.
"An' I'm no to lowse sicht o' ye till ye hae put in yer appearance," he added; "sae gien ye dinna come peaceable, I maun gar ye." "Whaur's yer warrant?" asked Malcolm coolly. "Ye wad hae the impidence to deman' my warrant, ye young sorner!" cried Bykes indignantly. "Come yer wa's, my man, or I s' gar ye smairt for 't" "Haud a quaiet sough, an' gang hame for yer warrant," said Malcolm.
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