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"I'm only gaun to sleep wi' Tibbie Dyster, puir blin' body!" "Lat the blin' sleep wi' the blin', an' come ye hame wi' me," said Robert oracularly, abusing several texts of Scripture in a breath, and pulling Annie away with him. "Ye'll be drooned afore the mornin' in some hole or ither, ye fashous rintheroot! And syne wha'll hae the wyte o' 't?"
She sat at the foot of the bed listening. 'There! cried the soutar, triumphantly, 'I telled ye sae! Not ae word aboot the puir lad's sins! I expec' nae ring and nae robe, but I wad fain hae a fiddle i' my grup when the neist prodigal comes hame; an' gin I dinna fiddle weel, it s' no be my wyte. Eh, man! but that is what I ca' gude, an' a' the minister said honest man 's jist blether till 't.
With a quick, apprehensive glance, she noted that among them was a certain Sir Algernon Wyte, a man who never lost an opportunity of insulting her father. "Did you see the fellow?" said one of the group. "He came to the door just now." "And left his fair daughter to be a spectacle to men and angels?" said Sir Algernon.
"Haud yere tongue, ye cowardly loon," said the mother, "and layna the wyte on me; if you and thae thowless gluttons, that are sitting staring like cows bursting on clover, wad testify wi' your hands as I have testified wi' my tongue, they should never harle the precious young lad awa' to captivity." While this dialogue passed, the soldiers had already bound and secured their prisoner.
And, praised be his name, they are coming Hillo, ho here, here Steenie, Steenie!" The Duke of Buckingham galloped up, followed by several courtiers and attendants of the royal chase, and commenced with his usual familiarity, "I see Fortune has graced our dear dad, as usual. But what's this?" "What is it? It is treason for what I ken," said the king; "and a' your wyte, Steenie.
'What for, Steenie? cried Kirsty, not a little frightened herself, and laying her hand on his arm. She feared his old trouble was returning in force. ''Cause ither fowk never sees the bonny man, they tell me, he replied. 'That's their ain wyte, answered Kirsty. 'They micht a' see him gien they wud or at least hear him say they sud see him or lang.
I think whiles, gien bairns kenned the terrible wyte their fathers micht hae to dree for no duin better wi' them, they wud be mair particlar to hand straucht. I hae been ower muckle taen up wi' my beasts and my craps mair, God forgie me! nor wi' my twa bairns; though, he kens, ye're mair to me, the twa, than oucht else save the mither o' ye!
'Steal them, answered Shargar, struggling to get away from the grasp still upon his collar. 'We micht be hanged for that. 'Weel, Robert, I'll tak a' the wyte o' 't. Gin it hadna been for you, I micht ha' been hangt by this time for ill doin': for your sake I'll be hangt for weel doin', an' welcome. Ha! ha! ha!
Eh, she's an ill hizzie. If Liz comes to grief, it's her wyte. I canna bide thon smooth-faced, pookit cat. She'll no' show her face here in a hurry. 'I've a good mind to look in at Teen's, and ask. Where's the old man to-night? 'Oh, guid kens whaur he aye is. He's on hauftime the noo, an' never sober. Eh, it's an ill world.
When he had found his way to the door of the cabin, it was closed; as he entered and shut it behind him, a match flared and expired in the middle of the room, and a man cursed brokenly. "Rutton?" cried Amber in a flush of hope. "Is that you, Mr. Amber? Thank Gawd! Wyte a minute." A second match spluttered, its flame waxing in the pink cup of Doggott's hands.
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