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"My dear, you are like a ghost," said her father, and as she left the room he looked after her affectionately. The Boar's Head Inn, for all its fine cognomen, was little better than any of the numerous taverns that kept discreet half-open doors to the wynds and closes of the Duke's burgh town, but custom made it a preserve of the upper class in the community.
"When the stormy wynds do blow," said Mrs Dodley with something between a sniff and a sob. "Does Mrs Beeton know you are going?" "No," I said stoutly. "My poor orphan bye," she said with a real sob. "Don't don't go." "Why, Mrs Dodley," I cried, "any one would think I was a baby." "Here, Grant," cried Mr Brownsmith, "hadn't you better lie down for an hour or two. You've plenty of time."
The mustard-seed of a feud between the two parishes shot into a tall tree in a single night, when Davit Lunan's father went to a tattie roup at Tilliedrum and thoughtlessly died there. Twenty-four hours afterward a small party of staid Auld Lichts, carrying long white poles, stepped out of various wynds and closes and picked their solemn way to the house of mourning.
But there was call for haste if they were to reach the gypsy encampment before Gavin and Babbie were made man and wife over the tongs. The Spittal dogcart rocked as it dragged its way through the broom. Rob Dow followed. The ten o'clock bell began to ring. In the square and wynds weavers in groups: "No, no, Davit, Mr.
Glasgow is in many respects similar to Edinburgh, possessing the same wynds, the same tall houses. Giles and Whitechapel, the Liberties of Dublin, the Wynds of Edinburgh.
He dived into the first dark alley that he came to, and following the wynds and byways of the town made his way quickly to his lodging. He had the key to his door in his pocket, and he now kept it ready in his hand. From the shelter of a corner he watched again till the road was clear; he even examined the windows of the neighbouring houses lest somewhere a pair of eyes might happen to be alert.
Far below are the queer chares and closes, the wynds and lanes of old Newcastle; the water is crowded with pudgy, black, coal keels; and, when there is a partial dispersion of the great smoke clouds which usually obscure the sky, the funnels of steamers and the masts of shipping may be seen far down the river.
So we took our way, as best we knight, through the press, hearing oaths enough if our horses trod over near any man, and seeing daggers drawn. It was a pleasure to come out on the great parvise, where the red, white, and green of our Scots were the commonest colours, and where the air was less foul and noisome than in the narrow wynds.
To clear the snow from the narrow wynds and pends, however, was a task not to be attempted; and the Auld Lichts, at least, rested content when enough light got into their workshops to let them see where their looms stood. Wading through beds of snow they did not much mind; but they wondered what would happen to their houses when the thaw came. The thaw was slow in coming.
But the literary felicity, the scholarship, the various reading, the cultivated appreciation of books, men, and systems, while they make us admire as a good many bright volumes printed in Edinburgh have done before the mental power and refinement which that most picturesque of Northern cities nourishes, do still belong to the great commonwealth of letters, remind us not of wynds and closes, and run away from the littleness of time and place.
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