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Falconer sat silent, allowing no word that passed to escape her. She wanted to be at the bottom of the mysterious affair, and therefore held her peace. 'Weel, I'm sure, Robert, ye never tellt me aboot the shune, said Alexander. 'I s' jist tak them back wi' me, and du what's wantit to them. And I'm sorry that I hae gien ye this tribble, Mistress Faukner; but it was a' that fule's wite there.
"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.
I likeit "Scots wha hae," an' the "Macgregor's Gaitherin'." I thocht yon was juist grand. When they were singin' "Scots wha hae," Sandy glowered a' roond aboot him like's he wudda likeit to ken if onybody wantit a fecht. What a soond there was at the strong bits. The feint a ane o' me kens whaur yon men an' weemin' get a' yon soond.
Come awa' and sit doon, Mistress Winton. Bawbie's man juist wantit a dab at ye. Dinna mistak' yersel'; the Gairner's as sober's a judge, I'se warrant." But the crackin' wudna tak' the road somewey efter this.
"Weel, sir, there micht hae been something like that intil 't! But I wantit sair to win at my bairn again; for i' that trance I lay in sae lang, I saw or h'ard something I took for an intimation that he was alive, and no that far awa. And wad ye believe't, sir? i' this vera hoose I fand him, and here I hae him, and I'm jist as happy the noo as I was meeserable afore!
There was a fule body that wantit sair to sit doon wi' 's. But what cud we do? We cudna ken whether he had savin' grace or no, for the body cudna speyk that a body cud unnerstan' him?" "And ye didna lat him sit doon wi' ye?" "Na. Hoo cud we?" "The Lord didna dee for him, did he?" "We cudna tell." "And what did the puir cratur do?"
Falconer, turning and facing her maid. 'In coorse, mem. I only meant I had nae objections to gang wi' ye. 'And what for suld you or ony ither woman that I paid twa pun' five i' the half-year till, daur to hae objections to gaein' whaur I wantit ye to gang i' my ain hoose? 'Hoot, mem! it was but a slip o' the tongue naething mair.
"Weel, but d'ye no' see that it was ridic'lous to gie a pileeceman tippence to watch a tinkler wife that wantit only a bawbee's-wirth o' grund ceenimin," I says gey sharp till him.
'Weel, I kenna wha brocht the shune, as I tellt ye a'ready. 'But they wantit nae men'in'. 'I micht hae men't them an' forgotten 't, mem. 'Noo ye're leein'. 'Gin ye gang on that gait, mem, I winna speyk a word o' trowth frae this moment foret. 'Jist tell me what ye ken aboot thae shune, an' I'll no say anither word. 'Weel, mem, I'll tell ye the trowth.
"That'll be the lads frae the Callyfloor C.C. They said they were mibby genna look yont the nicht." He cam' up an' took the loons to the back shop, an' I heard them sayin' they wantit him to be empire at their match wi' the second eleven o' the Collie Park.
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