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"Oot by here," he answert, "at Luckie Maitlan's." "That's a queer place for a baron to put up, Jock," says I. "There's rizzons," says he, an' lays his forefinger upo' the side o' 's nose, o' whilk there was hardly eneuch to haud it ohn gane intil the opposit ee.
Eh, Francie, Francie! ye're no worth my takin' and ye're no like to be worth the takin o' ony honest wuman! Can ye possibly imegine a wuman merryin a man 'at she kenned wud drive her to coontless petitions to be hauden ohn despisit him? Ye mak my hert unco sair, Francie! I hae dune my best wi' ye, and the en' o' 't is, 'at ye're no worth naething!
An' this hoose and yaird was ance my father's, and sae he had that door throu, they tell me. An' I thocht gin it suld be open, it wad be a fine thing for me, to haud fowk ohn seen me. But it was verra ill-bred to you, mem, I ken, to come throu your yaird ohn speirt leave. I beg yer pardon, mem, an' I'll jist gang back, and roon' by the ro'd. This is my fiddle I hae aneath my airm.
They're a' jist like pup-doggies till their een comes oppen, and they ken them 'at broucht them here. He's bun' to mak a guid man in time, and he canna dee that ohn learnt to be a guid son to her 'at bore him! Ye canna say 'at ever he contert ye! Ye hae tellt me that a hunner times!" "I have that!
"Weel, Cosmo, ye put me in a great diffeeculty; for though I never said to Grizzie I wadna tell, I made nae objection though at the time I didna like it whan she tellt me what she was gaein' to du; an' sae I canna help fearin' it may be fause to her to tell ye. Besides, I hae latten 't gang sae lang ohn said a word,'at the guid auld body cud never jaloose I wad turn upon her noo an' tell!"
But I'm feared ye'll gang awa' ohn tellt me aboot the licht and the water.
It's some yallow-like for siller; an' it's unco black, which is mair like it but that may be wi' dirt. An' dirt I'm thinkin' it maun be, barkit intil the gravin'," he went on, taking a tool and running the point of it along one of the fine lines. "Troth ohn testit, I wadna like to say what it was. But it's an unco weicht! I doobt na, I mair nor doobt it canna be siller."
But, man! I wad hae repentit lang syne gin I cud hae gotten ae glimp o' a possible justice in pittin a hert as grit's mine into sic a misgreein', scrimpit, contemptible body as this. The verra sowl o' me has to draw up the legs o' 't to haud them inside this coffin o' a corpus, and haud them ohn shot oot into the everlastin' cauld.
Wad ye disgrace him afore a' the beggars o' Tiltowie?" "Ay, and afore God, that kens a'thing ohn onybody tellt him! Han's and hert I s' be clear o' this abomination!" "Merry a wuman 'at was ta'en wi' a wat finger! a maiden that never said na! Merry a lass that's nae maiden, nor ever will be! Hoots!" "And wha's to blame for that?" "Hersel." "Jeemie! Jist Jeemie! I'm fair scunnert at ye, Mirran!
I micht as weel cry upo' the win' as it blaws by me! I canna understan' 't! I ken weel ye'll soon be a great man, and a' the toon crushin to hear ye; and I ken jist as weel that I'll hae to sit still in my seat and luik up to ye whaur ye stan', no daurin to say a word no daurin even to think a thoucht lest somebody sittin aside me should hear't ohn me spoken.
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