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"Gie ye some mair o't?" said Mause, clearing her voice with a preliminary cough, "I will take up my testimony against you ance and again.
But he's mistaen if that's his end; for it will be lang or Lord Evandale hears a word frae me about the selling my kye for rent or e'er it was due, or the putting the dragoons on me when the country's quiet, or onything else that will vex him, I can bear my ain burden patiently, and warld's loss is the least part o't."
"I believe," he said dryly, "you call that noise of yours 'the College Tramp; in the Senatus we speak o't as 'the Cuddies' Trudge. Now gentlemen, I'm not unwilling to allow a little noise on the last day of the session, but really you must behave more quietly.
"Read that," she said, slipping a piece of paper into my hand, as we arrived at the door of the shed; "I bless God I am rid o't. Between sogers and Saxons, and caterans and cattle-lifters, and hership and bluidshed, an honest woman wad live quieter in hell than on the Hieland line." So saying, she put the pine-torch into my hand, and returned into the house,
"I have little doubt o't," answered Peg, "for I've heard say that they think very little o' human life in them Eastern countries. But whatever he was, the blood of Jesus Christ was able to cleanse him." "Ay, but if he was a murderer, Peg, he did not deserve to be forgiven."
"Sandie," shouted the head keeper, "and you, Tom, get up out of yir beds this meenut; the poachers are after the pheasants. My word, takin' them alive, as I'm a livin' man, to sell them for stock: and broad daylight; it beats everything. He 'ill be an old hand, frae Dundee maist likely. And the impidence o't, eleven o'clock in the forenoon an' the end o' September.
His eye can never rest consciously on one of these brick houses rickles of brick, as he might call them or on one of these flat-chested streets, but he is instantly reminded where he is, and instantly travels back in fancy to his home. "This is no' my ain house; I ken by the biggin' o't."
"The matter does not require consideration, sirrah," cried Nowell. "I must have an instant answer." "So yo shan," replied Jem; "weel, then, th' dyke begins near a little mound ca'd Turn Heaod, about a hundert yards fro' my dwellin', an runs across th' easterly soide o't moor till it reaches Knowl Bottom." "You will swear this?" cried Potts, scarcely able to conceal his satisfaction.
I'm no lawyer that's a fact but I'm a man; an' wot's a man? it ain't a bundle o' flesh an' bones on two legs, with a turnip a-top o't, is it?" "Be no manes," murmured Briant, with an approving nod. "Cer'nly not," remarked Dick Barnes. "I second that motion." "Good," continued Rokens.
"Fie, fie, on silly coward man, That he should be the slave o't." Then it makes one "wofully dogged and snappish," as Dr. Rutty, the Quaker, says in his Gurnal. Sent Lockhart four pages on Sheridan's plays; not very good, I think, but the demand came sudden. Must go to W k! yet am vexed by that humour of contradiction which makes me incline to do anything else in preference.
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