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'Well, it's this, said Francie: 'Why do you and me comply if it's so wicked? 'Ay, ye have the cant of it too! cries Montroymont. 'But I'll tell ye for all that. It's to try and see if we can keep the rigging on this house, Francie. If she had her way, we would be beggar-folk, and hold our hands out by the wayside.
It seemed no place on the moorlands was so naked but what he would find cover there; and as he knew every hag, boulder, and heather-bush in a circuit of seven miles about Montroymont, there was scarce any spot but what he could leave or approach it unseen.
When it came the length of Bothwell Brig, he stood his trial before the Secret Council, and was convicted of talking with some insurgents by the wayside, the subject of the conversation not very clearly appearing, and of the reset and maintenance of one Gale, a gardener man, who was seen before Bothwell with a musket, and afterwards, for a continuance of months, delved the garden at Montroymont.
Francie was eleven years old, shy, secret, and rather childish of his age, though not backward in schooling, which had been pushed on far by a private governor, one M'Brair, a forfeited minister harboured in that capacity at Montroymont.
It scarce seemed she had any gratitude to him; she came out of gaol herself, and plunged immediately deeper in conventicles, resetting recusants, and all her old, expensive folly, only with greater vigour and openness, because Montroymont was safe in the Tolbooth and she had no witness to consider.
Francie was eleven years old, shy, secret, and rather childish of his age, though not backward in schooling, which had been pushed on far by a private governor, one M'Brair, a forfeited minister harboured in that capacity at Montroymont.
For the conventicles, let be! and the same for yon solemn fule, M'Brair: I can blink at them. But she's got to come to the kirk, Montroymont. 'Dinna speak of it, says the laird. 'I can do nothing with her. 'Couldn't ye try the stick to her? it works wonders whiles, suggested Haddo. 'No? I'm wae to hear it. And I suppose ye ken where you're going? 'Fine! said Montroymont.
'Richt, said the barefoot boy; 'wha're ye frae? 'The Leddy Montroymont, says Francie. 'Ha'e, then! says the stranger, and handed him a folded paper, and they stood and looked at each other again. 'It's unco het, said the boy. 'Dooms het, says Francie. 'What do they ca' ye? says the other. 'Francie, says he. 'I'm young Montroymont. They ca' me Heathercat. 'I'm Jock Crozer, said the boy.
Montroymont alleged he was at the end of possibilities; it was no longer within his power to pay the annual rents; she had served him basely by keeping conventicles while he lay in prison for her sake; his friends were weary, and there was nothing else before him but the entire loss of the family lands, and to begin life again by the wayside as a common beggar.
"There's another thing that I am not sure that I am very caring for. She she sends me errands." "Obey her, then, as is your bounden duty," said Traquair. "Ay, but wait till I tell ye," says the boy. "If I was to see you I was to hide." Montroymont sighed. "Well, and that's good of her too," said he.
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