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Updated: June 25, 2025
"If I thoucht it was to do guid to ye, Shaws!" said he, staring at me over his spectacles. "It's to save another," said I, "and to redeem my word. What would be more good than that? Do ye no mind the scripture, Andie? But where do I come in! I have my word to redeem the same's yoursel'. And what are ye asking me to do, but just to sell it ye for siller?"
"What do you want?" returned his master in a rage. For some time he had been hauling on the curb-rein, which had fretted his temper the more, and when he let go the devil ran away with him. "I thoucht yer lordship wad like to see an auld stair I cam upo' the ither day, 'at gangs frae the wizard's chaumer " "Go to hell with your damned tomfoolery!" said the marquis.
"Here's my cousin," she said, "Captain McTavish o' the Sea-horse, Mr Forbes, wha says that afore lang he'll be wantin' a young doctor to gang and haud the scurvy aff o' his men at the whaul-fishin'. Sae of coorse I thoucht o' my ain first, and ran up the stair to you.
Wudna it be a' for yersel? Is there naething gien intil yer ban' to du naething nearer hame nor that? Surely o' twa things, are near and are far, the near comes first! 'I dinna ken. I thoucht ye wantit me to gang! 'Ay, raither nor bide at hame duin naething; but michtna there be something better to du? 'I dinna ken. I thoucht to please ye, Kirsty, but it seems naething wull!
"I wadna lat sic a thoucht come intil my heid, Robert, sae lang as I kenned I cudna draw breath nor wag tongue wantin' him, for in him we leeve an' muv an' hae oor bein'. Gien he be the life o' me, what for sud I trible mysel' aboot that life?"
The lad was scaret at that, as weel he micht, an' takin' aff 's bannet, he lowtit laich, an' left her. But this didna shuit my leddy; she wasna to be left afore she said gang! sae she cried him back, an' he cam, bannet in han'; an' she leuch, an' made as gien she had been but tryin' the smeddum o' 'im, an' thoucht him a true k-nicht.
"They cam' to their very doors to glower at me; if ye'll believe me, I thoucht shame.
I wuss wi' a' my hert I hadna latten ye til 'im! Ye hae ruined a'! 'Ye never loot me gang, Phemy! It was my business to gang. 'I see what's intil't! cried Phemy, bursting into tears. 'Ye tellt him hoo little ye thoucht o' me, and that gart him change his min'! 'Wud he be worth greitin about gien that war the case, Phemy? But ye ken it wasna that!
There hadna been time yet for the corp to be laid intil the coffin, though, i' the quaiet o' the mirk, we thoucht, as we sat, we cud hear the tap-tappin' as they cawed the braiss nails intil't, awa' ower in Geordie Lumsden's chop, at the Muir o' Warlock, a twa mile, it wad be.
"Hoo cud it hae been," he asked after a brief pause, "that Bruce didna fa' upo' this, as weel's you, Mr Cupples, or didna scart it oot?" "'Cause 'twas written in Latin. The body hadna the wit to misdoobt the contents o' 't. It said naething till him, and he never thoucht it cud say onything aboot him." "It's a fine thing to be a scholar, Mr Cupples." "Ay, whiles."
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