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Updated: May 18, 2025
'I fell out with a loon there, one of those Janissaries that gang hectoring aboot as though the world were not gude enough for them, and if I hadna made the best of my way out of the toon, my pow wad be a worricow on the wa's of the tower. 'There are French at Bona, you say. Remember, I ask you to put yourself in no danger, only to bear the tidings to any European, entreated Arthur.
'Fule body that thou art, said Meg, stepping up to him, with a frown of indignation that made her dark eyes flash like lamps from under her bent brows 'Fule body! if I meant ye wrang, couldna I clod ye ower that craig, and wad man ken how ye cam by your end mair than Frank Kennedy? Hear ye that, ye worricow?
'Fule body that thou art, said Meg, stepping up to him, with a frown of indignation that made her dark eyes flash like lamps from under her bent brows 'Fule body! if I meant ye wrang, couldna I clod ye ower that craig, and wad man ken how ye cam by your end mair than Frank Kennedy? Hear ye that, ye worricow?
'Fule body that thou art, said Meg, stepping up to him, with a frown of indignation that made her dark eyes flash like lamps from under her bent brows 'Fule body! if I meant ye wrang, couldna I clod ye ower that craig, and wad man ken how ye cam by your end mair than Frank Kennedy? Hear ye that, ye worricow?
She heard card-playing and the jingle of glasses far into the night, as she believed, but it seemed to her as if she had scarcely fallen asleep before, to her extreme terror, she heard a knock and a low call at her door of 'Guennik. Then as the Bretonne went to the door, through which a light was seen, a lantern was handed in, and a scrap of paper on which the words were written: "On second thoughts, my kindred elves at Portchester shall not be scared by a worricow.
But there was pursuit; Mrs. Halfpenny was at the door. 'Young ladies, you are not going out of the policy in that fashion. 'Mamma sent us. Mamma wants us to take a note in a hurry. Only to Miss Hacket, pleaded Mysie, as Mrs. Halfpenny laid violent hands on her brown Holland jacket, observing 'My leddy never bade ye run off mair like a wild worricow than a general officer's daughter, Miss Mysie.
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