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"She'll be hoping nothing of the kind, Mistress Kertope," replied Duncan. "But if, as you say, God will be forgifing him, which I do not belief; let that pe enough for ta greedy blackguard. Sure, it matters but small whether poor Tuncan MacPhail will be forgifing him or not. Anyhow, he must do without it, for he shall not haf it.
"No, I'm innocent," answered the youthful Highlander, with a brow quite as stern and a manner as dignified as the old one. "You will hev to prove that whatever." "No they will hev to prove me guilty," retorted the son. "I wish I could believe ye, Tuncan." "It iss not of much consequence whether ye believe me or not, father. You are not to be my chudge whatever."
He knew her step the moment she turned the corner from the shore, and she had scarcely set her foot across the threshold before he broke out: "Ach, my tear laty! and tid you'll think old Tuncan such a stoopit old man as not to 'll pe trusting ta light of her plind eyes?
"You are talking riddles, Mr MacPhail, and I don't like riddles," said Lady Florimel, with an offence which was not altogether pretended. "Yes surely oh, yes! Call her Tuncan MacPhail, and neither more or less, my laty not yet," he returned, most evasively. "I see you won't trust me," said the girl, and rising quickly, she bade him goodnight, and left the cottage.
An' there's this great dufference between you an' her, that she's not only happy hersel', but she does her best to mak other folk happy but you, wi' your girnin' an' snappin', are always doin' the best ye can to mak everybody aboot ye meeserable." "Tuncan," retorted the sire, with solemn candour, "it iss the same compliment I can return to yoursel' with interest, my boy whatever."
But when he remembered how the jailer never complained of prisoners of the limits chumping ofer the posts, if so they chumped back again in a moment, the trouble went out of his mind. "Pretty soon after that he met Tuncan Macdonnell of Greenfields, coming into Cornwall with the wagon. "'And how is this, Glengatchie? says Tuncan. 'For you were never the man to broke your bail.
When winter had passed away, he, along with many others, returned to the colony and made preparations for going out to the plains for the spring hunt with the buffalo runners. "You will better not be goin' wi' them," said Duncan McKay senior to his younger son, some days before the hunters had arranged to set out. "It will not be safe after your trial, for the half-breeds are mad at you, Tuncan."
A mensefu' body like you, Maister MacPhail, sud speyk mair to the p'int." "Ton't you'll pe preaking her heart with ta one hand while you'll pe clapping her head with ta other," said the piper. "Ton't be taking her into your house to pe telling her she can't see. Is it that old Tuncan is not a man as much as any woman in ta world, tat you'll pe telling her she can't see?
Wass it not more likely that some wan would find you an' bring you in as they did?" "No thanks to you that they did, Tuncan, whatever. Where did you leave the other boys?" "How should I know?" returned the son sharply; "they dropped off wan here an' wan there sayin' they would try for a buffalo in wan place or another, or, that they would rest awhile; an' so I wass left by myself.
"Fery coot, my chilt, Jeannie; but young Malcolm and old Tuncan hasn't made teir prayers yet, and you know fery well tat she won't sell pefore she's made her prayers. Tell your mother tat she'll pe bringin' ta blackin' when she comes to look to ta lamp." The child ran off without response.
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