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When it came to Geordie's turn, he gave his name 'George Crawford, frae the pairish o' Kilsyth, Scotland, an' ye'll juist pit doon the lad's name, Maister Craig; he's a wee bit fashed wi' the discoorse, but he has the root o' the maitter in him, I doot. And so Billy Breen's name went down.
Elspie pleased and important began eagerly to relate long traditions about the Lady Christina Rothesay, who was a witch, and a great friend of "Maister Michael Scott," and how, with spells, she caused her seven step-sons to pine away and die; also the lady Isobel, who let her lover down from her bower-window with the long strings of her golden hair, and how her brother found and slew him; whence she laid a curse on all the line who had golden hair, and such never prospered, but died unmarried and young.
For a second Jane seemed lost in consideration, then shook her head stupidly and replied in a rich brogue: "Maister Bar'clough doan't know 'un never clapt eyes on 'un. 'Tis on'y larst week I took sarvice 'ere t'oblige." "Have you seen anyone strange about the premises today?" "Noa." "A man tall broad shouldered wearing a blue suit and cap."
But oi doan't see how he can go till he has laid that by, and in these hard toimes it ull take him some time to do that." "I will provide the money," Ned said eagerly. "Abijah would lend me some of her savings, and I can pay her back some day." "Very well, Maister Ned. Oi expect as how he will take it as a loan. Moind, he will pay it hack if he lives, honest.
I followed my laird up-stairs to his ain room, where his lairdship's valet, Mr. Kerr, was waiting on him. His lairdship wrote a braw note of acknowledgements to my maister, and gie it me to take away. My laird also gie me a half-sovereign, for mysel'. I dinna tak' the note just then to my maister.
Nothing further was said until they reached Luke's cottage. Ned knocked and entered at once, followed sheepishly by Bill. "Maister Ned, oi be main glad to see thee," Luke said as he rose from his place by the fire; while Polly with a little cry, "Welcome!" dropped her work. "Thanks, Luke thanks for coming over to York to give evidence. How are you, Polly?
I'm expectin' to see ye ride into Edinburgh at the head o' the clans, and the Duke o' Gordon come oot frae the castle to greet you, as the king's commander-in-chief, and a' Scotland lyin' at yir mercy. But for ony sake be cautious, Maister John, and dinna mak a noise, it's juist temptin' Providence, an' the Lord forgie me for sayin' it, I never saw a hicht withoot a howe.
The ends of it hung down over his coat, and the general effect of smock, comforter, gaitered shanks, boots tied up in straw, long nose, and shining spectacles, was that of some huge and ungainly bird, hopped from out a fairy-tale or a nightmare. "Be Maister Chappie here likewise?" inquired Billy. "I'm waitin'; an' I've got a fowling-piece, tu." "That's gude then.
If it were he whom I suspect, Jock, I could not rest in my grave." "Rest easy, Maister John, I wrung the truth frae his deein' lips. It was Lord Nottingham, the English minister, wha feed him, the black-hearted devil. Livingstone had naethin' to do wi' the maitter, far less onybody ye luved."
Na, na, Maister Colin, his lordship'll fend weel aneugh wantin' Tibbie; an' what for suld I leave yerself, an' you settin' up wi' a house o' yer ain? Deed an' my mind's made up, I'll e'en bide wi' ye, an' nae mair about it." "Stay, stay," cried Colin, a glow coming into his cheeks, "don't reckon without your host, Tibbie.
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