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It was the lame man whom Dougal had called Spittal, the dweller in the South Lodge. Seen at closer quarters he was an odd-looking being, lean as a heron, wry-necked, but amazingly quick on his feet. Had not Mrs. Morran said that he hobbled as fast as other folk ran?

Spittal said, was a Parisian slouch, and had a plume of three white feathers." And there is little doubt that Mrs. Smith, as she looked on at the domestic life of her son and her step-daughter, and numbered the heads in their increasing nursery, must have breathed fervent thanks to her Creator.

His following were keeping out of his reach, jumping back every time he turned round to shake his fist in the direction of the Spittal. While this magnificent man was yet some yards from us, I saw Waster Lunny, who had been in the middle of the road to ask questions, fall back in fear, and not being a fighting man myself, I jumped the dyke.

Lord Rintoul returned to his English estates, and never revisited the Spittal. The last thing I heard of him was that he had been offered the Lord-Lieutenantship of a county, and had accepted it in a long letter, in which he began by pointing out his unworthiness.

Those of us, however, who were neither children nor of gentle blood, remained at home, the farmers more taken up with the want of rain, now become a calamity, than with an old man's wedding, and their women-folk wringing their hands for rain also, yet finding time to marvel at the marriage's taking place at the Spittal instead of in England, of which the ignorant spoke vaguely as an estate of the bride's.

"It is," I agreed; "but you were to tell me what Birse told you of the disturbance at the Spittal." "Ay, weel." he answered, "the post puts the wite o't on her little leddyship, as they call her, though she winna be a leddyship till the morn.

In one hour, and within sight of the beach, a hundred and ninety boats and their crews were whelmed in the mighty deep; and, dwelling on the shore between Spittal and North Berwick, two hundred and eighty widows wept their husbands lost. The spectators were busied carrying the dead, as they were driven on shore, beyond the reach of tide-mark.

From Spittal to Blyth yea, from the Firth of Forth to the Tyne brandy is no longer to be purchased for a trifle; the kilderkin of Holland gin is no longer placed at the door in the dead of night; nor is a yard of tobacco to be purchased for a penny.

But there was call for haste if they were to reach the gypsy encampment before Gavin and Babbie were made man and wife over the tongs. The Spittal dogcart rocked as it dragged its way through the broom. Rob Dow followed. The ten o'clock bell began to ring. In the square and wynds weavers in groups: "No, no, Davit, Mr.

It was Dougal's turn to break in, "There's Lean and Spittal and Dobson and four tinklers in the Dean that's seven; but there's us three and five more Gorbals Die-hards that's eight." There was something in the boy's truculent courage that cheered her. "I wonder," she said, and her eyes fell on each in turn. Dickson felt impelled to intervene. "I think this is a perfectly simple business.

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