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Anderson, in high excitation, as she swept together the fragments of her demolished crockery, "I'll hae't on Tam Callender and his wife. May I niver see the morn, if I haena them afore the Shirra before a week gangs owre my head! I hae a set aff, noo, against her jeely mug, I think." "It's been a bonny business," replied her husband; "but what on earth was't a' aboot?"
"And what do you expect now, Edie, for being the adviser, and messenger, and guard, and confidential person in all these matters?" "Deil haet do I expect excepting that a' the gentles will come to the gaberlunzie's burial; and maybe ye'll carry the head yoursell, as ye did puir Steenie Mucklebackit's. What trouble was't to me?
He could see that the boy was not his usual self, but he did not guess the cause of his changed manner. With his usual prying way he began: "Thou hast been here now a fortnight and more. Perchance her ladyship will be rid of thee. Was't of that she spake to thee?" And now Hugo had sufficiently conquered himself so that he dared to lift his eyes. Innocently he looked into the traitor's face.
I'm in airnest, now, right down; and you knows as I wouldn't go to lie about it!" "Well! well! where was't, Jem?"
The woman turned coolly round and looked through the paling, as if she supposed he had seen something behind her. 'Was't a haër? she asked, eyeing him with interest; 'ye ain't feared o' the like o' that? 'No, it was not a hare; I did not see a hare. 'What was't ye seed then? she asked, looking at him with bold determination. 'What did I see? he repeated vaguely, 'I saw nothing.
'Ay, and so did we, Neil admitted. 'What was't? said he, timidly; as if almost afraid to put his own fears and suspicions into words. 'I dinna ken, Neil said, looking rather frightened. 'Ye dinna ken! Rob MacNicol said, with a scornful laugh. 'Ye ought to ken, then.
It must be borne, my bairn; it must be borne." It was a shrill voice, unlike Katie's, which replied: "Ay, I'll bear it; it must be borne. There's none knows it but you, mother," she added, with a shade of relief in the tone. "An' never will if ye're brave, bairn," answered the mother. "It was the day of the picnic," cried Katie; "was't not? I remember he said she was bonny."
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.
"Was a thorough blackguard a' his life, I dare say," said Sharpitlaw. "A stranger he was in this country, and a companion of that lawless vagabond, Wilson, I think, Effie?" "It wad hae been dearly telling him that he had ne'er seen Wilson's face." "That's very true that you are saying, Effie," said Sharpitlaw. "Where was't that Robertson and you were used to howff thegither?
"What was't ye were speering at us, sir?" she resumed, with an appearance of stolidity so speedily assumed, as showed there was a good deal of knavery mixed with her folly. "I asked you," said the procurator, "at what hour, and to what place, Robertson brought back your clothes." "Robertson? Lord hand a care o' us! what Robertson?"
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