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Updated: June 13, 2025
In despair of knowing what else to do at the moment, Arnold asked for the landlady, whom he had not seen on arriving at the inn. "The landleddy's just tottin' up the ledgers o' the hottle in her ain room," answered Mr. Bishopriggs. "She'll be here anon the wearyful woman! speerin' who ye are and what ye are, and takin' a' the business o' the hoose on her ain pair o' shouthers."
"Bide a wee! There's ane o' them has drawn bridle at the hottle, and he's speerin' after the leddy that cam' here alane. The leddy's your leddy, as sure as saxpence. I doot," said Mr. Bishopriggs, walking away to the window, "that's what ye've got to do with it." Arnold looked at Anne. "Do you expect any body?" "Is it Geoffrey?" "Impossible. Geoffrey is on his way to London."
"Wha's speakin' aboot stars?" says I; "I'm speerin' if your tea's het eneuch?" "O, ay, yea, I daursay; it's a' richt," says Sandy. "I was mindin' aboot Sirias, the nearest fixed star, ye ken. I winder what it's fixed wi'?" Seven o'clock cam' roond, an' Dauvid's bairns gaed throo oor entry like's they'd startit for Sandy's fixed star.
I felt that the light of Romance was going out of my life. As we reached the top of the ladder, somebody began to call harshly, startlingly. I heard my own name and the words, "mahn ye were speerin' after." The light was obscured, the voice began clamouring insistently. "John Kemp, Johnnie Kemp, noo. Here's the mahn ye were speerin' after. Here's Macdonald."
"A few evenings afterwards, I was sitting in the parlor of one of the many little inns I visited while rambling on the banks of the Tweed, when the waitress informed me that 'a sodger is speerin' after the colonel. He was directed to attend the presence, and my fellow-voyager, the artilleryman, entered the chamber, and made his military salaam. "'I thought you were now at Jedburgh, I observed.
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