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'Richt, said the barefoot boy; 'wha're ye frae? 'The Leddy Montroymont, says Francie. 'Ha'e, then! says the stranger, and handed him a folded paper, and they stood and looked at each other again. 'It's unco het, said the boy. 'Dooms het, says Francie. 'What do they ca' ye? says the other. 'Francie, says he. 'I'm young Montroymont. They ca' me Heathercat. 'I'm Jock Crozer, said the boy.
"Richt," said the barefoot boy; "wha're ye frae?" "The Leddy Montroymont," says Francie. "Ha'e, then!" says the stranger, and handed him a folded paper, and they stood and looked at each other again. "It's unco' het," said the boy. "Dooms het," says Francie. "What do they ca' ye?" says the other. "Francie," says he. "I'm young Montroymont. They ca' me Heathercat." "I'm Jock Crozer," said the boy.
Tell you goin' to marry Stephen, 'cos Stephen wants it. Stephen loves me. Loves me with all her red head! Wha're you doin'! Wha!! His words merged in a lessening gurgle, for Harold had now got him by the throat. 'Take care what you say about that lady! damn you! he said, putting his face close the other's with eyes that blazed.
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