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I'm afeard o' daminite, hey? I'll show ye!" He swung the sack from his shoulder, and held it up in both hands for the retreating populace to see. "I jest as soon flam this whole thing down here in the ro'd. I jest as soon kick it. I jest as soon set on it and smoke my pipe. I'm an outlaw and I ain't afeard of it. You use me right and let my wife alone, or I'll show ye."
"I h'isted ye up out the ro'd, that was all; I sh'd have had to h'ist jest the same if ye'd be'n a critter or a lawg, takin' up the hull ro'd the way ye did." "And how about bringing me home, three miles out of your way, and carrying me up-stairs, and all that? I suppose you would have done all that for a critter, eh?" "Wal depends upon the value of the critter!" said Mr. Butters, with a twinkle.
"Come ben the hoose, lassie," he said, and led the way to the parlour, where the red sunset was shining through the low gable window, filling the place with the glamour of departing glory. "Sit ye doon upo the sofa there; ye maun be unco tired! Surely ye haena come a' the lang ro'd frae Tiltowie upo yer ain twa wee feet?"
Here I stan', alane for mysel'! That ro'd 's my neebor, an' I'm bun' to see til 't, for it wad be a sair vex to mony a puir body like mysel' to louse the richt til 't." "You'll have to prove what you say, woman," said his lordship. "Surely, Grizzie," expostulated the laird, "his lordship maun un'erstan' affairs o' this natur', as well 's you or me!"
I wud fain cry upo Isy ance mair! Sit ye doon, sir, shame upo' me! and tak a bite efter yer lang walk! Will ye no bide the nicht wi' 's, and gang back by the mornin's co'ch?" "I wull that, mem and thank ye kindly! I'm a bit fatiguit wi' the hill ro'd, and the walk a wee langer than I'm used til.
I can aye learn what I hunger for, an' what ye dinna desire ye'll never learn. Thanks to yersel' an' Maister Simon, ye hae putten me i' the w'y o' that! It's no kennin' things it's kennin' things upo' the ro'd ye gang,'at 's o' consequence to ye. The lave I mak naething o'." "But a time micht come whan ye wad want mony a thing ye micht hae learnt afore."
"Hoot, man! tak yer tongue i' yer teeth; it'll be mair to the purpose," cried the laird laughing, for he had got over his ill humour already. "My life i' my han', quo' he!-Man, I haena carriet a dirk this mony a day! I laid it aff wi' the kilt." "Weel, it micht be the better 'at ye hadna, gien ye binna gaein hame afore nicht, for I saw some cairds o' the ro'd the day.
There was a ro'd here lang or yer lordship's father was merried upo' yer lordship's mither, an' the law what o' 't yer lordship hasna the makin' o' is deid agen ye: that I can priv. Hae me up: I can tak my aith as weel's onybody whan I'm sure." "I will do so; but in the meantime you must get off my property." "Weel, stan' by, an' I s' be aff o' 't in less time nor yer lordship."
"Parson," he said, "Ah've Ned Blossom's repitation to consider. Ah'll take 'em along easy-like, leastways if you're not in a hurry. Then you gives me the word when us be nobbut half mile from tha pull-up, an' I'll let 'em out champion." "You don't know Ecclesthorpe, then?" said Dixon Mallaby. "I dunno this ro'd," replied Dick.
Haena I my ain Steenie? 'Glaidly wud I shaw Francie the ro'd to sic a wife as ye wud mak him, my bonny Kirsty! But ye see clearly the thing itsel's no to be thoucht upon. Eh, Kirsty, but it's gran' to an auld father's hert to hear ye tak yer pairt in his devours efter sic a wumanly fashion! 'Am I no yer ain lass-bairn, father?
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