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"Oh, certainly," replied Pleydell "well, and he says " "He says that it is whispered about among tinkers, gipsies, and other idle persons, that there is such a plan as I mentioned to you, and that this young man, who is a bastard or natural son of the late Ellangowan, is pitched upon as the impostor, from his strong family likeness."
When she was gone, 'I think I know the gipsy-woman, said the lawyer. 'I was just going to say the same, replied Mannering. 'And her name, said Pleydell 'Is Meg Merrilies, answered the Colonel. 'Are you avised of that? said the Counsellor, looking at his military friend with a comic expression of surprise.
Protocol, can inform us if there is a later deed? 'Please to favour me, Mr. Pleydell'; and so saying, he took the deed out of the learned counsel's hand, and glanced his eye over the contents. 'Too cool, said Pleydell, 'too cool by half; he has another deed in his pocket still.
Sir John Pleydell was, it transpired, already at his breakfast, and had ordered his carriage for an early hour to take the road to Talavera. It was thus evident that Sir John knew nothing of the arrival of his fellow-countryman at midnight. The cold face of the great lawyer wore a look of satisfaction as he sat at a small table in the patio of the hotel and drank his coffee.
'Why, said Mannering, rather reluctantly, 'I was loth to risk any opportunity of throwing light on this business. The woman is perhaps crazed, and these effusions may arise only from visions of her imagination; but you were of opinion that she knew more of that strange story than she ever told. 'And so, said Pleydell, 'you sent a carriage to the place named?
I must come to play at Blind Harry and Hy Spy with them. But what is all this?" added Pleydell, taking up the plans; "tower in the centre to be an imitation of the Eagle Tower at Caernarvon corps de logis the devil! wings wings? why, the house will take the estate of Ellangowan on its back, and fly away with it!" "Why then, we must ballast it with a few bags of Sicca rupees," replied the Colonel.
'Lord preserve us! said the female voice, 'an he had worried our cat, Mr. Pleydell would ne'er hae forgi'en me! 'Aweel, my doo, the cat's no a prin the waur. So he's no in, ye say? 'Na, Mr. Pleydell's ne'er in the house on Saturday at e'en, answered the female voice. 'And the morn's Sabbath too, said the querist. 'I dinna ken what will be done.
'Well, curse thee, never mind; give me the memorial and come to me on Monday at ten, replied the learned counsel. 'But, sir, I haena got ony distinct memorial. 'No memorial, man? said Pleydell. 'Na, sir, nae memorial, answered Dandie; 'for your honour said before, Mr. Pleydell, ye'll mind, that ye liked best to hear us hill-folk tell our ain tale by word o' mouth.
The scene which it exhibited, and particularly the attitude of the counsellor himself, the principal figure therein, struck his two clients with amazement. Mr. Pleydell was a lively, sharp-looking gentleman, with a professional shrewdness in his eye, and, generally speaking, a professional formality in his manners.
Colonel Mannering had recourse to his handkerchief; Pleydell made wry faces, and wiped the glasses of his spectacles; and honest Dinmont, after two loud blubbering explosions, exclaimed, "Deil's in the man! he's garr'd me do that I haena done since my auld mither died." "Come, come," said the counsellor at last, "silence in the court.
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