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His coarse and savage features were still flushed, and his eye still reeled under the influence of the strong potation which had proved the immediate cause of his seizure. But the sleep, though short, which Mac-Guffog had allowed him, and still more a sense of the peril of his situation, had restored to him the full use of his faculties.
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.
It was, therefore, with great pleasure that, on his return to his house from Kippletringan, he heard his servants announce hastily, 'that Mac-Guffog, the thief-taker, and twa or three concurrents, had a man in hands in the kitchen waiting for his honour. He instantly jumped from horseback, and hastened into the house.
The room immediately below the condemned ward, being that of Glossin, was, of course, empty; but the inmates of the second apartment beneath felt the shock of Glossin's heavy fall, and heard a noise as of struggling and of groans. But all sounds of horror were too congenial to this place to excite much curiosity or interest. In the morning, faithful to his promise, Mac-Guffog came "Mr.
"Well, sir," replied Bertram," if I am not furnished in a day or two otherwise, you shall have such an order." "Weel, weel, then ye shall be put up like a prince," said Mac-Guffog. So I make little upon that." "Well, sir, go on."
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.
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.
Glossin, said he, in a whispering voice. 'Call louder, answered Dirk Hatteraick. 'Mr. Glossin, for God's sake come away! 'He'll hardly do that without help, said Hatteraick. 'What are you chattering there for, Mac-Guffog? called out the captain from below. 'Come away, for God's sake, Mr. Glossin! repeated the turnkey. At this moment the jailor made his appearance with a light.
'Ay, ay, answered Glossin, 'and now I must call in the men. He did so accordingly. 'I can make nothing of Captain Jansen, as he calls himself, Mac-Guffog, and it's now too late to bundle him off to the county jail. Is there not a strong room up yonder in the old castle? 'Ay is there, sir; my uncle the constable ance kept a man there for three days in auld Ellangowan's time.
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. He was, as we know, the old and special acquaintance of the prisoner who was now under his charge.
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