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'Had he no arms? asked the Justice. 'Ay, ay, they are never without barkers and slashers. 'Any papers? 'This bundle, delivering a dirty pocket-book. 'Go downstairs then, Mac-Guffog, and be in waiting. The officer left the room. The clink of irons was immediately afterwards heard upon the stair, and in two or three minutes a man was introduced, handcuffed and fettered.
"Send my clerk here directly; ye'll find him copying the survey of the estate in the little green parlour. Set things to rights in my study, and wheel the great leathem chair up to the writing-table set a stool for Mr. Scrow. Now, Mac-Guffog, where did ye find this chield?"
And whereas they pretend it was because I let David Mac-Guffog, the constable, draw the warrants, and manage the business his ain gate, as if I had been a nose o' wax, it's a main untruth; for I granted but seven warrants in my life, and the Dominie wrote every one of them and if it had not been that unlucky business of Sandy Mac-Gruthar's, that the constables should have keepit twa or three days up yonder at the auld castle, just till they could get conveniency to send him to the county jail and that cost me eneugh o' siller.
Now, Mac-Guffog, where did ye find this chield? Mac-Guffog, a stout, bandy-legged fellow, with a neck like a bull, a face like a firebrand, and a most portentous squint of the left eye, began, after various contortions by way of courtesy to the Justice, to tell his story, eking it out by sundry sly nods and knowing winks, which appeared to bespeak an intimate correspondence of ideas between the narrator and his principal auditor.
Mac-Guffog, when they entered the courtyard, suffered Bertram to pause for a minute and look upon his companions in affliction.
Mac-Guffog, the officer by whom Bertram had at first been apprehended, and who was now in attendance upon him, was keeper of this palace of little-ease. He caused the carriage to be drawn close up to the outer gate, and got out himself to summon the warders.
I tell'd the folk at the Change, where I put up Dumple, to send ower my supper here, and the chield Mac-Guffog is agreeable to let it in; I hae settled a' that. And now let's hear your story. Whisht, Wasp, man! wow, but he's glad to see you, poor thing!
Eh! it wad be fearsome to be burnt alive for naething, like as if ane had been a warlock! Mac-Guffog, hear ye! roaring at the top of his voice; 'an ye wad ever hae a haill bane in your skin, let's out, man, let's out! The fire began now to rise high, and thick clouds of smoke rolled past the window at which Bertram and Dinmont were stationed.
I must endeavour to see the rascal; must get him to stand steady; must persuade him to put some other colour upon the business." His mind teeming with schemes of future deceit to cover former villainy, he spent the time in arranging and combining them until the hour of supper. Mac-Guffog attended as turnkey on this occasion.
But deil o' sic a story as yours, wi' glamour and dead folk and losing ane's gate, I ever heard out o' the tale- books! But whisht, I hear the keeper coming. Mac-Guffog accordingly interrupted their discourse by the harsh harmony of the bolts and bars, and showed his bloated visage at the opening door. 'Come, Mr.
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