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'Like the bra' Highlander tat's painted on the board afore the mickle change-house they ca' Luckie Middlemass's, answered Callum; meaning, I must observe, a high compliment, for in his opinion Luckie Middlemass's sign was an exquisite specimen of art. Waverley, however, not feeling the full force of this polite simile, asked him no further questions.
"And tat's true," said the taller Highlander whose name I found was Stewart "for we suldna be plagued and worried here wi' meetings to pit down Rob Roy, if the Cawmils didna gie him refutch. I was ane o' thirty o' my ain name part Glenfinlas, and part men that came down frae Appine.
Tat's his claymore on ta wall there a coot plade though she's not an Andrew Ferrara. She wass forched in Clenco, py a cousin of her own, Angus py name, and she's a fery coot plade: she 'll can well whistle ta pibroch of Ian Loin apout ta ears of ta Sassenach.
"And tat's true," said the taller Highlander whose name I found was Stewart "for we suldna be plagued and worried here wi' meetings to pit down Rob Roy, if the Cawmils didna gie him refutch. I was ane o' thirty o' my ain name part Glenfinlas, and part men that came down frae Appine.
Following in the wake of this first-rate, Mannering proceeded till the farmer made a pause, and, looking back to the chairman, said, "I'm thinking this will be the close, friend?" "Ay, ay," replied Donald, "tat's ta close." Dinmont descended confidently, then turned into a dark alley then up a dark stair and then into an open door.
For a few hours I had to make shift with the saddle of one of my dragoons, but, after a short halt later on, Donald brought out the sorrel with a fine, and nearly new, saddle. "Tat's petter," said he. "'Er sail ride foine now." "This cost you a twa-three bawbees, I'll be bound," I remarked. Donald grinned intelligently and I made no closer inquiry.
Following in the wake of this first-rate, Mannering proceeded till the farmer made a pause, and, looking back to the chairman, said, 'I'm thinking this will be the close, friend. 'Ay, ay, replied Donald, 'tat's ta close. Dinmont descended confidently, then turned into a dark alley, then up a dark stair, and then into an open door.
And now the report of a gun was heard, and a sportsman was seen, with his dogs and attendant, at the upper end of the glen. 'Shough, said Dugald Mahony, 'tat's ta Chief. 'It is not, said Evan, imperiously. 'Do you think he would come to meet a Sassenach duinhe-wassel in such a way as that?
Mannering could not help admiring the determined stride with which the stranger who preceded them divided the press, shouldering from him, by the mere weight and impetus of his motion, both drunk and sober passengers. "He'll be a Teviotdale tup tat ane," said the chairman, "tat's for keeping ta crown o' ta causeway tat gate he'll no gang far or he'll get somebody to bell ta cat wi' him."
A sharp, sickening click and the man dropped out of my fingers like a stone. The moon went in again, and hid the evil thing from us. "Pe she hurtit?" asked Donald anxiously. "Not a scratch!" I replied. "Tat's goot! Carry 'er up to the fire," he added to three or four men who had run up on hearing his yell. "She's English and, maybe, she sall hae fine pickins on 'er."
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