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She was ane o' the warst agin me at first, but she telt me i' the buryin' ground 'at when a man mairit he should please 'imsel. Oh, they're comin' round." What Kitty told Jess was "I minded o' the tinkler wuman 'at he gae a shillin' to, so I thocht I would butter up at the auld fule too.
'Weel, lat's hap her i' the bonny white snaw! said Marion. 'She'll keep there as lang as the snaw keeps, and naething 'ill disturb her till the time comes to lay her awa! 'That's weel thoucht o'! answered David. 'Eh, wuman, but it's a bonny beerial compared wi' sic as I hae aften gien comrade and foe alike! They went out and chose a spot close by the house where the snow lay deep.
'Ay, answered Steenie, 'but I didna see ye come oot! Eh, Kirsty, wuman, hae ye a heid at baith en's o' ye? Kirsty's laughter blew Steenie's discomposure away, and he too laughed. 'Come back hame, said Kirsty; 'I maun get haud o' a can'le! Yon's a place maun be seen intil. There's room eneuch; ye can see that wi' yer airms! 'What is there room eneuch for? asked Steenie.
'I was aince like her, an' I used to hing aboot my mother, too, in that very roady. Ay, I thocht I was fond o' her, an' she thocht it too. Tak' a care, wuman, 'at that bairn doesna grow up to murder ye. "He gae a lauch when he saw me tak haud o' the bairn, an' syne a' at aince he gaed awa quick. But he wasna far doon the brae when he turned an' came back.
'Did I du that, ill wuman 'at I was! she returned, with tenderest maternal soothing. He laid his arms round her neck, drew her feebly toward him, hid his head on her bosom, and wept. Kirsty put her arm round him, held him closer, and stroked his head with her other hand, murmuring words of much meaning though little sense. He drew back his head, looked at her beseechingly, and said,
"I hae whiles thoucht mysel', sir," said Malcolm, "it was gey strange like to hae a wuman o' the mak o' Mistress Catanach sittin' at the receipt o' bairns, like the gatekeeper o' the ither wan', wi' the hasp o' 't in her han': it doesna promise ower weel for them 'at she lats in.
"An' ane o' them 's an ill wuman, sure eneuch; but I ken naething aboot the tither only 'at she maun be a leddy, by the w'y the howdy wife spak till her." An' gien ye dinna ken her, that's no rizzon 'at I sudna hae a groff guiss at her by the marks ye read aff o' her. I'll jist hae to tell ye a story sic as an auld wife like me seldom tells till a young man like yersel'."
I wad raither clean my leddie's butes frae mornin' to nicht, nor be the son o' that wuman, gien she war a born duchess. Try me wi' something worth yer lordship's mou'." But the marquis seemed to think he had gone far enough for the present.
"Say that to the man," rejoined Aggie. "The wuman can haud aff o' hersel'." "Grizzie, I grant ye,'s mair nor a match for ony man; but ye're no sae lang i' the tongue, Aggie." "Think ye a lang tongue 's a lass's safety, Cosmo? I wad awe nane til 't! But what's ta'en ye the nicht,'at ye speyk to me sae? I ken no occasion."
Did the prophet give no indication how the stories were to end, or who the murderer is to be, or the murdered one?" "Never a word, sir; only they wass all to be aboot the same time. Indeed, the prophet, whether man or wuman, is not known. Noo, we better shump up."
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