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Vitals, says you! And where would I be with my blunderbush?" he snarled. "Powder and your auld hands are but as the snail to the swallow against the bright steel in the hands of Alan," said the other. "Before your jottering finger could find the trigger, the hilt would dirl on your breast-bane." "Eh, man, whae's denying it?" said my uncle.
But by a strange fatality he had caught sight of me. 'Whae's that i' the corner? he cried, leaving the bar to stare at me. Now it is a queer thing, but if you have once fought with a man, though only for a few seconds, you remember his face, and the scrap in Glasgow had been under a lamp. The jock recognized me well enough. 'By God! he cried, 'if this is no a bit o' luck!
"You forget your young mistress." "What mistress do I forget? whae's that?" "Your young mistress, Miss Vernon." "What! the lassie Vernon? She's nae mistress o' mine, man. I wish she was her ain mistress; and I wish she mayna be some other body's mistress or it's lang She's a wild slip that."
MacAlister's dominating characteristic, and as soon as he had got his distinguished kinsman out of earshot of the herd, he inquired in a hushed voice: "And what's doing aboot the murder noo, George?" The superintendent pursed his lips and shook his head. "Aye, man, yon's a proper puzzle," said he. "But you'll have gotten a guid idea whae's din it by noo, George?" said Mr. MacAlister persuasively.
Robert Campbell be, whom we met with last night?" The interrogatory seemed to strike the honest magistrate, to use the vulgar phrase, "all of a heap," and instead of answering, he returned the question "Whae's Mr. Robert Campbell? ahem! ahay! Whae's Mr. Robert Campbell, quo' he?" "Yes," said I, "I mean who and what is he?" "Why, he's ahay! he's ahem! Where did ye meet with Mr.
Robert Campbell be, whom we met with last night?" The interrogatory seemed to strike the honest magistrate, to use the vulgar phrase, "all of a heap," and instead of answering, he returned the question "Whae's Mr. Robert Campbell? ahem! ahay! Whae's Mr. Robert Campbell, quo' he?" "Yes," said I, "I mean who and what is he?" "Why, he's ahay! he's ahem! Where did ye meet with Mr.
And where would I be with my blunderbush?" he snarled. "Powder and your auld hands are but as the snail to the swallow against the bright steel in the hands of Alan," said the other. "Before your jottering finger could find the trigger, the hilt would dirl on your breast-bane." "Eh, man, whae's denying it?" said my uncle. "Pit it as ye please, hae't your ain way; I'll do naething to cross ye.
"You forget your young mistress." "What mistress do I forget? whae's that?" "Your young mistress, Miss Vernon." "What! the lassie Vernon? She's nae mistress o' mine, man. I wish she was her ain mistress; and I wish she mayna be some other body's mistress or it's lang She's a wild slip that."
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