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He could appropriate his grandfather's violin, to which, possibly, he might have shown as good a right as his grandmother certainly his grandfather would have accorded it him but her money was sacred. 'Shargar, ye vratch! he cried, 'fess that shillin' here direckly. Tak the twine wi' ye, and gar them gie ye back the shillin'.
"Yer ain bridle sail rule my tongue, mem," said Malcolm. "I s' lippen to yer discretion," said Miss Horn, and straightway began. She was cunnin', the auld vratch, no that auld maybe aboot forty, but I was ower mony for her.
And invariably when such had taken place, the shoemaker would ask forgiveness before he went. Holding out his left hand, from which nothing could efface the stains of rosin and lamp-black and heel-ball, save the sweet cleansing of mother-earth, he would say, I'm an ill-tongued vratch, an' I'm beginnin' to see 't.
He lost no time in telling him the story. 'I tauld ye he was up to some deevilry or ither, said Shargar. 'I can shaw ye the verra hoose he maun be gaein' to tak her frae. 'Ye vratch! what for didna ye tell me that afore? 'Ye wadna hear aboot ither fowk's affairs. Na, not you! But some fowk has no richt to consideration. The verra stanes they say 'ill cry oot ill secrets like brither Sandy's.
"I wad hae thought ye micht hae f'un' yersel' fully mair at hame wi' the like o' us nor wi' that ill-tongued vratch, Lord Lick-my-loof! Nane o' 's tuik it ower weel 'at ye gied na's the chance o' yer guid company." This explained his reception, and Cosmo made haste in his turn to explain his conduct.
"Ye ken weel eneuch that ye're a drucken vratch, Peter Peterson. An' ye ken weel eneuch that ye're nane better, forbye, than ye sud be. Naebody ever accused ye o' stealin'; but gin ye haud on as ye're doin', that'll come neist. But I doobt the wrath o' the Almichty'll be doon upo' 's like a spate, as it was i' the days o' Noah, afore ye hae time to learn to steal, Peter Peterson.
Willie gave a Scotchman's answer, which, while evasive, was yet answer and more. "She bet me, sir." "When? While you were stoning her?" "No, sir. A month ago." "Ye're a leein' vratch, Willie Macwha, as ye weel ken i' yer ain conscience!" cried Bruce. "She's the quaietest, kin'list beast 'at ever was wholpit. See, sir; jist luik ye here.
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