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He had never gone near him since his return. But now, almost mechanically, he went in at the open door. 'Weel, Robert, ye are a stranger. But what's the maitter wi' ye? Faith! yon was an ill plisky ye played me to brak into my chop an' steal the bonnie leddy. 'Sandy, said Robert, solemnly, 'ye dinna ken what ye hae dune by that trick ye played me. Dinna ever mention her again i' my hearin'.
"Wi' a' my hert," answered Cupples. And here their ways diverged. When he reached home, he asked Annie about Thomas. Annie spoke of him in the highest terms, adding, "I'm glaid ye like him, Mr Cupples." "I dinna think, wi' sic an opingon o' 'm, it can maitter muckle to you whether I like him or no," returned Mr Cupples, looking at her quizzically. "Na, nae muckle as regairds him.
Ye never liked your mistress from the beginning, because ye thought she would not be loyal, but, man, ye know better now," said Dundee kindly, "and it's time ye were giving her a share o' the love ye've always given me." "Never!" cried Grimond hotly. "And I canna bear that ye should treat this maitter as a jest.
It's giein ye sair een." "There's naething the maitter wi' my een," said Annie gently. "Dinna answer back. Sit doon," returned Mrs Bruce, leading her into the kitchen. Annie cared very little for her hair, and well enough remembered that Mrs Forbes had said it made a fright of her; so it was with no great reluctance that she submitted to the operation. Mrs Bruce chopped it short off all round.
"That's unfort'nit," said Quentin. "Thae twa look like an advance-gaird, an' if so, the main body'll no be lang o' gallopin' up to see what's the maitter. It behoves us to rin!" The only port of refuge that appeared to them as they looked quickly round was a clump of trees on a ridge out of which rose the spire of a church.
"I said I would say ye had; and if ye like to nay-say me when ye come back, it'll no mateerially maitter, for my chara'ter's clean gane a'ready past reca'." "O, Dand, are ye a leear?" she asked, lingering. "Folks say sae," replied the bard. "Wha says sae?" she pursued. "Them that should ken the best," he responded. "The lassies, for ane." "But, Dand, you would never lee to me?" she asked.
The hoose was as fu' as it cud haud, frae cellar to garret, o' the blackest reek 'at ever crap oot o' coal. Oot we ran, an' it was a sicht to see the crater wi' his lang neck luikin' up at the chimleys. But deil a spark cam' oot o' them or reek either, for that maitter. It was easy to see what was amiss.
They say that the puir man cud hardly get a word in atween you and yir lodger. Burnbrae here is threatenin' ye wi' the Sherra, and a' dinna wonder. "It's nae lauchin' maitter, a' can tell ye, Drumsheugh; a've never been sae black affrontit a' ma life. Burnbrae kens as weel as ye dae that a' wasna tae blame.
"Truffey," said Mr Malison, after a long pause, during which he had been staring into the fire, "how's your leg?" "Quite weel, thank ye, sir," answered Truffey, unconsciously putting out the foot of the wrong leg on the fender. "There wasna onything the maitter wi' 't." "I mean the other leg, Truffey the one that I that I hurt." "Perfectly weel, sir. It's no worth speirin' efter.
"But hoo's a body to ken whether she be ane o' the elec'?" she said, quaking. "That's a hard maitter. It's no needfu' to ken't aforehan'. Jist lat that alane i' the mean time." "But I canna lat it alane. It's no for mysel' aither a'thegither. Could ye lat it alane, Thomas?" This home-thrust prevented any questioning about the second clause of her answer. And Thomas dearly loved plain dealing.
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