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"I wadna lat sic a thoucht come intil my heid, Robert, sae lang as I kenned I cudna draw breath nor wag tongue wantin' him, for in him we leeve an' muv an' hae oor bein'. Gien he be the life o' me, what for sud I trible mysel' aboot that life?"
But, as I said afore, I'll no muv till I ken a' aboot the lad first, an' syne get a scart o' yer pen, mem." "You must be the devil himself!" said the other, in a tone that was not of displeasure. "I hae been tellt that afore, an' wi' less rizzon," was the reply given also in a tone that was not of displeasure. "But what if we should be found out?" "Ye can lay 't a' upo' me."
Gien he daur to muv, jist gie him the haill bilin', bree an a', i' the ill face o' 'm; gien ye lat him up he'll kill's a'; only tak care an' haud aff o' the dog, puir fallow! I wad lay the stock o' yer murderin' gun i' the fire gien 'twarna 'at I reckon it's the laird's an' no yours. Ye're no fit to be trustit wi' a gun. Ye're waur nor a weyver."
For ae thing, ye see, naebody kens whaur he cam frae, as the laird, bonny laad, wad say, an' naebody can contradick a word the auld man less than onybody, for I can tell him what he kens to be trowth. Only I winna muv till I ken whaur he comes frae." "Wouldn't you prefer not knowing for certain? You could swear with the better grace." "Deil a bit!
She was greitin' about a bairnie she had lost, an' I kent weel whaur the bairnie was doon in a cave upo' the shore, I thoucht an' was jist yirnin' to gang till her an' tell her, an' stop the greitin' o' her hert, but I cudna muv han' nor fit, naither cud I open my mou' to cry till her. An' I gaed dreamin' on at the same thing ower an' ower, a' the time I was asleep.
I don't know of any near relations he has left, except ourselves; but he was even more intimate with his wife's people than his own, and she belonged to a large family. Dear, dear! It is most awkward to be so much in the dark. I do wish he had been a little more explicit while he was about it." "Never mind, muv; it makes it all the more exciting.
"He 's taen sic a doobt o' me 'at I 'm feart it 'll be hard to come at him, an' still harder to come at speech o' 'im, for whan he 's frichtit he can hardly muv is jawbane no to say speyk. I maun try though and du my best. Ye think he's lurkin' aboot Fife Hoose, div ye, mem?" "He's been seen there awa' this while aff an' on." "Weel, I s' jist gang an' put on my fisher claes, an set oot at ance.
They were lying half-covered with it. Tibbie broke out singing. Annie had never heard her sing, and it was not very musical. "Saviour, through the desert lead us. Without thee, we cannot go. Are ye waukin', lassie?" "Ay," answered Annie. "I'm terrible cauld, an' the watter's up to my throat. I canna muv, I'm sae cauld. I didna think watter had been sae cauld." "I'll help ye to sit up a bit.
She leant against the lintel of the door and called her mother by name "Muv! you are wanted at once in the Den. Somebody wants to speak to you!"
"I don't know what to think," returned the laird: "it would be trouble and inconvenience to Grannie." "'Deed, laird, ye sud be ashamt to say sic a thing: it'll be naething o' the kin'!" cried the old woman." Here he s' bide wi' yer leave, sir, an' no muv frae whaur he lies! There's anither bed i' the cloaset there.
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