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Macleuchar, aware that she had a defensive part to sustain in the encounter which was to follow, was in no hurry to hasten the discussion by returning a ready answer. "Mrs. Macleuchar!" "I am just serving a customer. Indeed, hinny, it will no be a bodle cheaper than I tell ye."
"O dear, yes, sir; the neighbours ken the diligence weel, green picked oat wi' red three yellow wheels and a black ane." "Woman, thy special description will not serve it may be only a lie with a circumstance." "O, man, man!" said the overwhelmed Mrs. Macleuchar, totally exhausted at having been so long the butt of his rhetoric, "take back your three shillings, and make me quit o' ye."
At length, after one or two impatient glances at the progress of the minute-hand of the clock, having compared it with his own watch, a huge and antique gold repeater, and having twitched about his features to give due emphasis to one or two peevish pshaws, he hailed the old lady of the cavern. "Good woman, what the d l is her name? Mrs. Macleuchar!" Mrs.
"The woman," said the senior, looking with an arch glance at his destined travelling companion, "does not understand the words of action. Woman," again turning to the vault, "I arraign not thy character, but I desire to know what is become of thy coach?" "What's your wull?" answered Mrs. Macleuchar, relapsing into deafness.
Macleuchar. He would take a post-chaise he would call a hackney coach he would take four horses he must he would be on the north side, to-day and all the expense of his journey, besides damages, direct and consequential, arising from delay, should be accumulated on the devoted head of Mrs. Macleuchar.
Macleuchar began also to join in the laughter, he quickly put a stop to her ill-timed merriment.
"The woman," said the senior, looking with an arch glance at his destined travelling companion, "does not understand the words of action. Woman," again turning to the vault, "I arraign not thy character, but I desire to know what is become of thy coach?" "What's your wull?" answered Mrs. Macleuchar, relapsing into deafness.
At length, after one or two impatient glances at the progress of the minute-hand of the clock, having compared it with his own watch, a huge and antique gold repeater, and having twitched about his features to give due emphasis to one or two peevish pshaws, he hailed the old lady of the cavern. "Good woman, what the d l is her name? Mrs. Macleuchar!" Mrs.
Macleuchar saw her tormentor deposited in the leathern convenience; but still, as it was driving off, his head thrust out of the window reminded her, in words drowned amid the rumbling of the wheels, that, if the diligence did not attain the Ferry in time to save the flood-tide, she, Mrs. Macleuchar, should be held responsible for all the consequences that might ensue.
"O dear, yes, sir; the neighbours ken the diligence weel, green picked oat wi' red three yellow wheels and a black ane." "Woman, thy special description will not serve it may be only a lie with a circumstance." "O, man, man!" said the overwhelmed Mrs. Macleuchar, totally exhausted at having been so long the butt of his rhetoric, "take back your three shillings, and make me quit o' ye."
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