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The same moment Jean's head was popped in at the door: she had her reasons for always answering the bell like a bullet. "Mem?" said Jean. "Jean, I'm gaein' oot the nicht. The minister oucht to be spoken till aboot the schuilmaister, honest man. Tak the lantren wi' ye to the manse aboot ten o'clock. That 'll be time eneuch." "Verra weel, mem. But I'm thinkin' there's a mune the nicht."
She drew back, sat down again to the stocking she was knitting for Steenie, and left her lover to mount and ride, which he did without another word. 'There's mair nor ae kin' o' idiot, she said to herself, 'and Steenie's no the kin' that oucht to be ca'd ane. There's mair in Steenie nor in sax Francie Gordons!
'He spak to me first. 'Whaur saw ye him? 'At The Boar's Heid. 'And what richt had ye to gang stan'in' aboot? Ye oucht to ha' gane in at ance. 'But ye budena stop an' mak' ae fule mair. 'Isna that ca'in' names, grannie? ''Deed, laddie, I doobt ye hae me there. But what said the fallow Lumley to ye? 'He cast up to me that my grandfather was naething but a blin' piper. 'And what said ye?
Ance mair, gien ye wad but hearken til ane 'at confesses he oucht to ken, even sud he be i' the wrang, I tell ye that horsie is NOT siller na, nor naething like it." "Plague take the man! what is it, then?" cried the laird. "What for didna ye speir that at me afore?" rejoined Jeames. "It wad hae gien me leeberty to tell ye to the best o' my abeelity that is.
'For the life o' me, Kirsty, I dinna ken what ye're drivin at, or what ye wud hae o' me! I canna but think ye're usin me as ye wudna like to be used yersel! ''Deed I wud not like it gien I was o' your breed, Francie! Man, did ye never ance i' yer life think what ye hed to du what was gien ye to du what it was yer duty to du? 'No sae aften, doobtless, as I oucht.
Ye see, sir, I want ye to put yersels i' the han's o' a man that kens ye baith, and the half o' yer story a'ready ane, that is, wha'll jeedge ye truly and mercifully, and no condemn ye affhan'. Syne tak his advice what ye oucht to dee neist." "I will and thank you, Mr. MacLear! Ae thing only I houp that naither you, sir, nor he will ever seek to pursuaud me to gang on preachin.
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