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"Ye daft callant!" he cried; "ye would try for Inverary after a'!" "Just that, Andie," says I. "Weel, ye're ill to beat!" says he. "And I was a kind o' sorry for ye a' day yesterday," he added. "Ye see, I was never entirely sure till then, which way of it ye really wantit." Here was a spur to a lame horse! "A word in your ear, Andie," said I. "This plan of mine has another advantage yet.
"But I wantit to tell ye anither thing my lord," said Malcolm, as he followed the marquis down the stairs. "What is that?" "I cam upo' anither plot a mair serious ane, bein' against a man 'at can ill haud aff o' himsel', an' cud waur bide onything than yer lordship the puir mad laird." "Who's he?" "Ilka body kens him, my lord! He's son to the leddy o' Kirkbyres."
'I'm richt glaid to hear't! answered Kirsty. 'I was jist thinkin lang for a word o' the sort frae ye, Francie. I didna want to be the first to speyk o' 't. 'And I was just thinkin lang to hear ye speyk o' 't! returned Francis. 'I wantit to du't as the thing ye wad hae o' me! 'Even than, Francie, ye wudna, it seems, hae been doin 't to please me, and that pleases me weel!
Was't ony wonner that the first thing I did whan I cam' hame the neist nicht was to ring for the het water? I wantit naething frae Providence or Natur' but jist that the colour michtna be a' ta'en oot o' my life. The muckle deevil was in't, that I cudna stan' up to my fate like a man, and, gin my life was to cast the colour, jist tak my auld cloak aboot me, and gang on content. But I cudna.
'Gien yer father and Kirsty wad but come in to persuaud ye! I'm clean lost wi'oot them! 'For the puir idiot hasna the sense to ken what's wantit o' him! supplemented Steenie, with a laugh almost merry. 'Daur ye, cried his mother indignantly, 'mint at sic a word and my bairn thegither? He's my bonny man! 'Na, mother, na!
'Weel, mother's gaein to the toon the morn, and I'll be wantit fell air; I may as weel gang! answered Kirsty, and without a goodnight, or farewell of any sort, for she knew how he felt in regard to leave-takings, Kirsty left him, and went slowly home.
"Ye see, I was never entirely sure till then, which way of it ye really wantit." Here was a spur to a lame horse! "A word in your ear, Andie," said I. "This plan of mine has another advantage yet. We can leave these Hielandmen behind us on the rock, and one of your boats from the Castleton can bring them off to-morrow.
She did not choose to tell Robert Bruce that although she was blind and probably because she was blind she heard rather more gossip than anybody else in Glamerton, and that consequently his appeal to her sympathy had no effect upon her. Finding she made no other answer, Bruce turned to Annie. "Noo, Annie," said he, "ye're nae wantit here ony langer. I hae a word or twa to say to Tibbie.
A wantit tae ken wha' like mon yir new maunager micht be, an' tae speer twa-three ither things firbye; bit sin' yir sae skrunty, ye maun tak' yir domd sipper till yir ain bethankit ava, an' A'll gang awa' bock till ma ain comp. Heh!" And I turned away with unconcealed resentment and contempt. "Haud a wee," said the boundary rider, setting down his buckets, and slapping the back of his neck.
"Ye hae nae men noo aboot the place: what for sudna Aggie an' me come and bide i' the men's quarters, and be at han' to len' a han' whan it was wantit? Aggie an' me wad help to get mair oot o' the gairden; I wad hae mair time for weyvin'; an' ye wad get a heap for the bit grun' fra Lick-my loof. It wadna be an ill muv, I do believe, laird, for aither pairt. Consider o' 't, sir."
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