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The marquis was first astounded, and then tickled by her assurance. "No," he answered. "They hae turnt him oot o' hoose an' ha' schuil, at least, an' hame," she rejoined. "I may say, they hae turnt him oot o' Scotlan'; for what presbytery wad hae him efter he had been fun' guilty o' no thinkin' like ither fowk? Ye maun stan' his guid freen', my lord."
'But, she added thoughtfully, 'gien it warna that we're in Scotlan', and they're nigh-han' Rom', I wud hae been 'maist sure I had won intil ane o' the catacombs! 'Eh, losh, lat me awa to the hill! cried Steenie, stopping and half turning. 'I canna bide the verra word o' the craturs! 'What word than? asked Kirsty, a little surprised; for how did Steenie know anything about the catacombs?
I hae read a heap aboot auld castles an' sic like i' the history o' Scotlan', an' there's mony an auld tale an' ballant aboot them. Jist luik there, my leddy: ye see yon awfu' hole i' the wa, wi' the verra inside o' the hill, like, rushin' oot at it? I cud tell ye a fearfu' tale aboot that same." "Do let us have it," said Florimel eagerly, setting herself to listen.
The marquis was first astounded, and then tickled by her assurance. "No," he answered. "They hae turnt him oot o' hoose an' ha' schuil, at least, an' hame," she rejoined. "I may say they hae turnt him oot o' Scotlan', for what presbytery wad hae him efter he had been fun' guilty o' no thinkin' like ither fowk? Ye maun stan' his guid freen', my lord."
"Ow, the kirk o' Scotlan', of coorse!" answered the patient, in some surprise at her ignorance. "Ow, whase but the Redeemer's!" "An' div ye think, Mr Craithie, 'at gien Jesus Christ had had a horse to sell, he wad ha'e hidden frae him 'at wad buy, ae hair a fau't 'at the beast hed? Wad he no ha'e dune till's neiper as he wad ha'e his neiper du to him?" What wad he hae to du wi' horse flesh?"
"He rase, an' teuk up 's bannet, an' loupit the hedge, an' gae a blast upo' 's horn, an' gethered his men, an' steppit aboord his boat, ower by Puffie Heid yonner, an' awa to Norrowa' ower the faem, 'an was never hard tell o' in Scotlan' again. "Sae things gaed on as afore, till at len'th the tide o' her time was weel past the turn, an' a streak o' the snaw in her coal black hair.
The fac is, that the man was ance a minister o' the Kirk o' Scotlan'; but whan he was a yoong man, he fell intil a great faut: a yoong man's faut I'm no gaein to excuse 't dinna think it!
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