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"Here, father Adam," cried Taffril, who knew the mendicant of yore "here's half-a-crown for you. You must go to the Four Horse-shoes yonder the little inn, you know, and inquire for a servant with blue and yellow livery. If he is not come, you'll wait for him, and tell him we shall be with his master in about an hour's time.
Even so old Caxon, as perched in his hut, he qualified his thoughts upon the approaching marriage of his daughter, and the dignity of being father-in-law to Lieutenant Taffril, with an occasional peep towards the signal-post with which his own corresponded, was not a little surprised by observing a light in that direction.
"Weel, weel, a' in gude time," said the beggar "I can use a little wee bit freedom wi' Mr. Daniel Taffril; mony's the peery and the tap I worked for him langsyne, for I was a worker in wood as weel as a tinkler." "You are either mad, Adam, or have a mind to drive me mad."
But this is all stuff; we must get our things in fighting order, and you will dine with me and my little surgeon's mate, at the Graeme's-Arms over the way, at four o'clock." "Agreed," said Lovel. "Agreed," said Taffril; and the whole affair was arranged.
It was a beautiful summer evening, and the shadow of the solitary thorn-tree was lengthening upon the short greensward of the narrow valley, which was skirted by the woods that closed around the ruins of St. Ruth. * Lovel and Lieutenant Taffril, with the surgeon, came upon the ground with a purpose of a nature very uncongenial to the soft, mild, and pacific character of the hour and scene.
"And what is Taffril and his gun-brig to me?" "Sir!" said Miss Wardour in astonishment; for Sir Arthur, in his ordinary state of mind, took a fidgety sort of interest in all the gossip of the day and country. "I say," he repeated in a higher and still more impatient key, "what do I care who is saved or lost? It's nothing to me, I suppose?"
Weel, Monkbarns is closeted wi' the shirra whatever puir folk may be left thereout ye needna doubt that the gentlemen are aye unco civil amang themsells." "For heaven's sake, my old friend" "Canna ye bid me gang to the deevil at ance, Mr. Lovel? it wad be mair purpose fa'ard than to speak o' heaven in that impatient gate." "But I have private business with Lieutenant Taffril here."
But this is all stuff; we must get our things in fighting order, and you will dine with me and my little surgeon's mate, at the Graeme's-Arms over the way, at four o'clock." "Agreed," said Lovel. "Agreed," said Taffril; and the whole affair was arranged.
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