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"Aha! so we must tip that fellow the alien act, I suppose?" "To say truth, I wish you would." "Say no more," said the magistrate; "it shall forthwith be done he shall be removed tanquam suspect I think that's one of your own phrases, Monkbarns?" "It is classical, Bailie you improve."
Lovel, who, sitting on the supposed Praetorium, had glanced over the contents of the packet, now put an end to the altercation by paying Davies demand; and then turning to Mr. Oldbuck, with a look of much agitation, he excused himself from returning with him to Monkbarns' that evening. "I must instantly go to Fairport, and perhaps leave it on a moment's notice; your kindness, Mr.
"Now, Monkbarns," said his sister, on his entering the parlour, "ye maunna be angry." "My dear uncle!" began Miss M'Intyre.
Oldbuck?" said the young lady. "Irremediably? I hope not but the instant demand is very large, and others will, doubtless, pour in." "Ay, never doubt that, Monkbarns," said Sir Arthur; "where the slaughter is, the eagles will be gathered together. But that d d long-scented vulture that dogged me so long you have got him fast, I hope?"
"And I am sure," said Miss M'Intyre, "that my uncle sent twenty guineas to help out their equipments." "It was to buy liquorice and sugar-candy," said the cynic, "to encourage the trade of the place, and to refresh the throats of the officers who had bawled themselves hoarse in the service of their country." "Take care, Monkbarns! we shall set you down among the black-nebs by and by."
Here Miss Oldbuck re-entered, with a singularly sage expression of countenance. "Mr. Lovel's bed's ready, brother clean sheets weel aired a spunk of fire in the chimney I am sure, Mr. "You are resolved," said the Antiquary, "to do what you can to prevent it." "Me? I am sure I have said naething, Monkbarns."
As he stood regarding the relic, turning it round and round, and making comments upon it, half grave, half comic, with the cottage group around him, all joining occasionally in the colloquy, the inimitable character of Monkbarns was again brought to mind, and I seemed to see before me that prince of antiquarians and humorists holding forth to his unlearned and unbelieving neighbors.
Accordingly, such consultation having been held, the following letter was sent to Sir Arthur Wardour, of Knockwinnock Castle: "Dear Sir Arthur, On Tuesday, the 17th inst, I hold a symposium at Monkbarns, and pray you to assist thereat, at four o'clock precisely. If my fair enemy, Miss Isabel, can and will honour us by accompanying you, my womankind will be but too proud.
When he gets a frank he fills it up exact to the weight of an unce, that a carvy-seed would sink the scale but he's neer a grain abune it. Weel I wot I wad be broken if I were to gie sic weight to the folk that come to buy our pepper and brimstone, and suchlike sweetmeats." "He's a shabby body the laird o' Monkbarns," said Mrs.
It is quite erroneously called Late-wake, though Brand favours that modern corruption and derivation." "I believe," said Hector to himself, "my uncle would give away Monkbarns to any one who would come to ask it in genuine Teutonic! Not a drop of whisky would the old creatures have got, had their president asked it for the use of the Late-wake."
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