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"Cone! and her huspant will be waiting to pe killing her! Och nan ochan!" "Her husband!" echoed the marquis. "Ach! she'll not can pe helping it, my lort no more till one will pe tead; and tat should pe ta woman, for she'll pe a paad woman ta worstest woman efer was married, my lort." "That's saying a good deal," returned the marquis. "Not one wort more as enough, my lort," said Duncan.
"It will not be paad for a peginning, Malcolm. She cannot say it shust pe vorts, or tat tere pe much of ta sense in it; but it pe fery like what ta pabes will say pefore tey pekin to speak it properly.
"Where is the Catanach woman gone?" cried the marquis. "Cone!" shouted the piper. "Cone! and her huspant will pe waiting to pe killing her! Och nan ochan!" "Her husband!" echoed the marquis. "Ach! she 'll not can pe helping it, my lort no more till one will pe tead and tat should pe ta woman, for she 'll pe a paad woman ta worstest woman efer was married, my lort."
After a few turns over on the lawn, the three men regained their footing, and made their way back to the house, while the stream, subsiding almost immediately, left us in peace to make the best of what James Dougall called a paad chob!
She's a paad woman, 'tat she'll pe certain sure, though she'll nefor saw her to speak to her. She'll haf claaws to her poosoms." "Weel, daddy, there was naething ither to gar ye lo'e me. I was jist a helpless human bein', an' sae for that, an' nae ither rizzon, ye tuik a' that fash wi' me! An' for mysel', I'm deid sure I cudna lo'e ye better gien ye war twise my gran'father."
Ta maad lairt was not ferry maad, and if he was maad he was not paad, and it was not ta plame of him: he was coot always, howefer." "He wass that, daddy." "But it will pe something ferry paad, and it will pe efer troubling her speerit. Aal is not well, my son." "Weel, dinna distress yersel', daddy. Lat come what wull come.
Here! wow! but it seems a fery frundly jack-fush that whatever." Amid much spluttering, Salamander was hauled out, and, regardless of his mishap, both he and Donald immediately joined the others in securing their prey. "It wass a grand haul, man, Tonald," said Dougall that night at supper. "Oo ay, Shames. It was no that paad," replied Donald.
The old man thanked her with the perfect courtesy of the Celt, confessed that he was not altogether at ease where he was, but said he must not hurt the feelings of Mistress Partan, "for she'll not pe a paad womans," he added, "but her house will pe aalways in ta flames, howefer."
If she tid put know ta paad plood was pe in you, she wouldn't pe tone you ta wrong as pring you up." "That 's a wrang no ill to forgi'e, daddy. But it 's a pity ye didna lat me lie, for maybe syne Mistress Catanach wad hae broucht me up hersel', an' I micht hae come to something." "Weel, ye see what ye hae saved me frae."
"Tat wass a fery coot sairmon today, Malcolm," he said, as they stepped from the churchyard upon the road. Malcolm, knowing well whither conversation on the subject would lead, made no reply. His grandfather, finding him silent, iterated his remark, with the addition "Put how could it pe a paad one, you'll pe thinking, my poy, when he'd pe hafing such a text to keep him straight."
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