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I reckon I never see her so outed before. She jest raged and tore. It was most more than I could stand, Esmeraldy," and he dropped his head upon his hands for support. "Seemed like it was the Markis as laid heaviest upon her," he proceeded. "She was terrible sot on the Markis, an' every time she think of him, she'd just rear . she'd just rear.
"I went there to keep my tryste with the Markis of Arondelle," answered the witness, with a sly, malignant glance at the young nobleman whose name she thus publicly profaned! The Duke of Hereward started, and fixed his eyes sternly and inquiringly upon the bold, handsome face of the witness. Her eyes did not for an instant quail before his gaze.
For ance 'at there cam the markis to the hoose whan things warna freely sae scant aboot the place as they hae been sin' yer father cam to the throne there cam at his back a fearsome storm, sic as comes but seldom in a life lang as mine, an' sic 'at his lordship cudna win awa'. Thereupon yer father, that is, yer gran'father, or it wad be yer grit-gran'father I'm turnin' some confused amo' ye: ye aye keep comin'! onyhoo, he gae the captain a kent like,'at he wad du weel to offer his room til's lordship.
I hae hard a' aboot it, but I canna min' upo' 't noo, for I paid little attention till 't at the time, an' it's mony a year sin' syne. But it wad be some deevilich ploy o' their ain they wad be efter: it's little the likes o' them wad heed sic auld warld tales." "Wad ye hae me tell the markis?" asked Malcolm. "Na, I wad no; an' yet ye maun du 't.
"He's second cousin on his father's side to some French missionary, you bet your life. He's got a gait like a Jessut priest. An' he's not Osage on't other side, neither. I'll bet his mother was a Kiowa, an' that means his maternal grandad was a rattlesnake, even if his paternal grandpop was a French markis turned religious an' gone a-missionaryin' among the red heathen.
'I've only got to say this here, said Sam, stopping short, 'that if I was the properiator o' the Markis o' Granby, and that 'ere Stiggins came and made toast in my bar, I'd 'What? interposed Mr. Weller, with great anxiety. 'What? 'Pison his rum-and-water, said Sam. 'No! said Mr. Weller, shaking his son eagerly by the hand, 'would you raly, Sammy-would you, though? 'I would, said Sam.
"Aigh, sirs! but it's a peety ye wasna foreordeent to be markis yersel'! It maun be a sair vex to ye 'at ye're naething but the factor." "If ye don't mind your manners, Mistress Fin'lay," said Mr Crathie in glowing indignation, "perhaps you'll find that the factor is as much as the marquis, when he's all there is for one." "Lord safe 's hear till 'im !" cried the Partaness.
There is a sort of "hero-worship," as Mr Carlyle would term it, attaching to the most absurd, ridiculous, and even vicious doings of people who might be fashionable; a counter-jumper, barber's clerk, medical student, or tailor's apprentice, adores the memory of that great man whom we are happy to be able to style the late "markis."
"Ye'll be far hen wi' the markis, nae doobt! An' yon donnert auld deevil ye ca' yer gran'father 'ill be fain eneuch to be drummer, I'll sweir. Care 's my case!" "My leddy, she's ower ill tongued for you to hearken till," said Malcolm, turning to Florimel who stood in the door white and trembling. "Jist gang doon, an' tell my gran'father to sen' the dog up.
"Weel, I ha'e come to the knowledge 'at my name's no MacPhail: it's Colonsay. Man, I'm the Markis o' Lossie." Without a moment's hesitation, without a single stare of unbelief or even astonishment, Blue Peter pulled off his bonnet, and stood bareheaded before the companion of his toils. "Peter!" cried Malcolm, "dinna brak my hert: put on yer bonnet."
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