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"I'm jist feart 'at I come to hate the maister efter ye're no to be seen there, Cosmo. An' we maunna hate, for that, ye ken,'s the hin 'er en' o' a' thing. But it wad be a heap easier no to hate him, gien I had naething tu du wi' him." "That maun be confest," answered Cosmo.
"Noo we've tae begin, an' we 'ill no be dune for an' oor, and ye've tae lay on withoot stoppin' till a' come for ye, an' a'll shut the door tae haud in the noise, an' keep yir dog beside ye, for there maunna be a cheep aboot the hoose for Annie's sake." "A'll dae onything ye want me, but if if "
"Ye maunna guid her siccan a sair gait, mither," said Cuddie, as they left the cell. "I doobt she has guided hersel' an uco' ill ane," retorted the dame. Faustina was left sitting on the side of the hard bed, weeping bitterly. She did not throw off her bonnet or cloak. She could not make herself at home in this wretched den.
"Eh! that's a siller can'lestick, Maister MacPhail," she cried, "an' ye maunna tak a knife till 't, or ye'll scrat it a' dreidfu'." An angry flush glowed in the withered cheeks of the piper, as, without the least start at the suddenness of her interference, he turned his face in the direction of the speaker. "You take old Tuncan's finkers for persons of no etchucation, mem!
"And wha daur say it's true?" rejoined Marion almost fiercely. "Nane but himsel; and gien it be sae, and he disna confess, the rod laid upon him 'ill be the rod o' iron, 'at smashes a man like a muckle crock. "Noo jist tak ye care, Peter, 'at ye dinna quench the smokin flax." "But I s' say naething till he's a wee better, for we maunna drive him to despair! Eh gien he would only repent!
And weel ye may, for it's you that's been motherin him ever since I lost my wits! It's true I ran awa' and left him; but ever sin' syne, I hae soucht him carefully wi' tears! And ye maunna beir me ony ill will for there!" she added, holding him out to Maggie! "I haena kissed him yet! no ance!
Her mither is an able besom, and her young ladyship is verra deep. What I'm hearin' on the ither side o' the hedge is that she's trying to get round ye so as to get a pardon for Sir John, and to let him come home from Holland. No, Claverhouse, ye maunna be angry wi' me, for I've waited on ye longer than ye mind, and I canna help bein' anxious.
"I didna think ye kenned hoo he rade," answered the boy pawkily, as he shot to the stable. "Weel," he added, "ye maunna gley asklent at the mere whan she comes hame some saipy-like!" When he returned on the mare's back, the farmer was waiting for him with the whisky-bottle in his hand.
'If you an' me was gaun oor lane to restewrant, I wud tak' ye on; but 'Aw, ye mean it wudna be the thing a tea pairty? 'Hardly. 'Weel, weel, said Willie, with sorry resignation, 'honest money's ill to earn. It wud ha'e been a snip for me. Ha'e ye a match? 'Having lit up: 'Tell us what else I maunna dae at the pairty. Macgregor scratched his head.
"I could trust ye, but I canna tell ye. I daurna I maunna." "I see you will not trust me," said Florimel, with a half pretended, half real offence. "I wad lay doon my life what there is o' 't for ye, my leddy; but the verra natur o' my trouble winna be tauld. I maun beir 't my lane."
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