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"I'm no gaein'," said Cosmo, as soon as the torrent of her speech allowed him room to answer, "till I ken what ye hae i' that pock o' yours." "Hoot!" cried Grizzie, and snatching up the bag, held it behind her back, "ye wad never mint at luikin' intil an auld wife's pock! What ken ye what she michtna hae there?" "It luiks to me naither mair nor less nor a meal pock," said Cosmo.
'Ye s' get that, answered Marion. 'But what want ye a can'le for i' the braid mids o' the daylicht? 'We want to gang doon a hole, replied Steenie with flashing eyes, 'and see the pictur o' the bonny man. 'Hoot, Steenie! I tellt ye it wasna there, interposed Kirsty. 'Na, returned Steenie; 'ye only said yon hole wasna that place. Ye said the bonny man was there, though I michtna see him.
But I hae no richt to say WE. Blame, gien there be ony, I hae my share o'; but praise, gien there be ony, she has't a'; for, that the warst michtna come to the warst, at the last she tuik the meal-pock," said Aggie, and burst into tears as she said it, "an' gaed oot wi' 't." "Good God!" cried Cosmo, and for some moments was dumb.
"Ow na! but wha kens there michtna be anither murderer aboot? There micht be twa in ae nicht." Impertinent as was Malcolm's humour, his master did not take it amiss: he lighted a candle, told him to lead the way, and took his revenge by making joke after joke upon him as he crawled along.
'Yer father winna ate a moufu' gien ye dinna: ye'll see that! Eh, Steenie, she broke out, 'gien ye wad but tak yer supper and gang to yer bed like the lave o' 's! It gars my hert swall as gien 't wud burst like a blob to think o' ye oot i' tho mirk nicht! Wha's to tell what michtna be happenin ye!
"But," she resumed, after a moment's pause, "a' lasses michtna ken sae weel what was fittin' them, nor care sae muckle what was guid for you; naebody livin' can ken ye as I du! an' gien ye war to lat a lass think ye cared aboot her it micht be but as a freen', but she micht be sae ta'en' wi' ye 'at 'at maybe she micht gar ye think 'at hoo she cudna live wantin' ye an' syne, what ye du than, Cosmo?"
Wudna it be a' for yersel? Is there naething gien intil yer ban' to du naething nearer hame nor that? Surely o' twa things, are near and are far, the near comes first! 'I dinna ken. I thoucht ye wantit me to gang! 'Ay, raither nor bide at hame duin naething; but michtna there be something better to du? 'I dinna ken. I thoucht to please ye, Kirsty, but it seems naething wull!
'Michtna she be that are, oot o' a' the warl', ye never shawed spark o' rizzon til? 'There's nae place in her for reason to gang til! 'Ye never tried her wi' 't! Ye wud arguy wi' her mair nor plenty, but did ye ever shaw her rizzon i' yer behaviour? 'Weel ye are turnin agen me you 'at 's saved my life frae her!
The queer thing, father, to me wad be 'at the ghist, frae bein' a fule a' his life, sud grow a wise man the minute he was deid! Michtna it be a pairt o' his punishment to be garred see hoo things gang on efter he's deid! What could be sairer, for instance, upon a miser, nor to see his heir gang to the deevil by scatterin' what he gaed to the deevil by gatherin'?"
This is Setterday nicht, ye ken; an' gien it war to be Sunday mornin' afore ye wan to yer bed, it wadna be the first time, an' ye michtna be up ear eneuch to get yersel shaved afore kirk time."
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