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The Baron read it with great attention. And yet, said he, resuming more cheerfully, 'it's maybe as weel as it is; for, as Baron of Bradwardine, I might have thought it my duty to insist upon certain compliances respecting name and bearings, whilk now, as a landless laird wi' a tocherless daughter, no one can blame me for departing from.
I've waited at the ferry for some one who'll take a man over without the ferry fee, for I'm a poor gentleman though I'm of a good family, and had plenty, and the ones with the tocher won't have me, and the tocherless girls I dare not betray." "You ken the old word," said the woman; "the man who waits long at the ferry will get over some day."
And yet, said he, resuming more cheerfully, 'it's maybe as weel as it is; for, as Baron of Bradwardine, I might have thought it my duty to insist upon certain compliances respecting name and bearings, whilk now, as a landless laird wi' a tocherless daughter, no one can blame me for departing from. 'Now, Heaven be praised! thought Edward,'that Sir Everard does not hear these scruples!
And yet, said he, resuming more cheerfully, 'it's maybe as weel as it is; for, as Baron of Bradwardine, I might have thought it my duty to insist upon certain compliances respecting name and bearings, whilk now, as a landless laird wi' a tocherless daughter, no one can blame me for departing from. 'Now, Heaven be praised! thought Edward,'that Sir Everard does not hear these scruples!
And yet, said he, resuming more cheerfully, 'it's maybe as weel as it is; for, as Baron of Bradwardine, I might have thought it my duty to insist upon certain compliances respecting name and bearings, whilk now, as a landless laird wi' a tocherless daughter, no one can blame me for departing from. 'Now, Heaven be praised! thought Edward,'that Sir Everard does not hear these scruples!
"Don't be so disgusting, Gerald! My friends have too much sense," cried Anna. "But it is true enough as regards 'my minnie," said Emilia. "Well, eight daughters are serious- baronet's daughters!" observed Gerald in his teasing voice. "Tocherless lasses without even the long pedigree," laughed Anna. "Poor mother."
Couldna ye put up with a leal Scot, like Glenuskie there? 'There were too many of them, said Jean. 'And not ower leal either, said Eleanor. 'Lealty is a rare plant ony gate, sighed Margaret, 'and where sae little is recked of our Scots royalty, mayhap ye'll find that tocherless lasses be less sought for than at hame.
"Fie, fie, cummer," said the matron of Glendearg, hitching her seat of honour, in her turn, a little nearer to the cuttle-stool on which Tibb was seated; "weel-favoured is past my time of day; but I might pass then, for I wasna sae tocherless but what I had a bit land at my breast-lace. My father was portioner of Little-dearg."
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