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Lat her gang whaur she likes, and gin she does what she sudna do, I'll tak a' the wyte o' 't." Now there was no great anxiety about Annie's welfare in the mind of Mr or Mrs Bruce.
"Howsever," said Winterton, pulling up his bridle and walking his horse as they were skirting the moor of Irvine, leaving the town about a mile off on the right, "you and me, Gilhaize, that are but servants, need nae fash our heads wi' sic things. The wyte o' wars lie at the doors of kings, and the soldiers are free o' the sin o' them.
Sae I'll jist bide theroot wi' the bonny stars 'at's aye theroot, and kens a' aboot it, and disna think nane the waur o' me. 'Laddie! laddie! wha on the face o' God's yerth thinks the waur o' ye for a wrang dune ye? though wha has the wyte o' that same I daurna think, weel kennin 'at a'thing's aither ordeent or allooed, makin muckle the same.
"It will bring trouble on the country." And he wrung his hands. "Hoots!" said Alan, "ye must take the sour with the sweet, man. Colin Roy is dead, and be thankful for that!" "Ay" said James, "and by my troth, I wish he was alive again! It's all very fine to blow and boast beforehand; but now it's done, Alan; and who's to bear the wyte* of it?
It is the 'bonny butcher lad, That wears the sleeves of blue, He sells the flesh on Saturday, On Friday that he slew." "And what is that I ain doing now?" thought Ratcliffe. "But I'll hae nae wyte of Robertson's young bluid, if I can help it;" then speaking apart to Madge, he asked her, "Whether she did not remember ony o' her auld Sangs?"
"Ye dinna tell me he gies ye noucht to mainteen the cratur upo?" "I tell ye naething, sir. He never even kenned there was a bairn!" "Hoot, toot! ye canna be sae semple! It's no poassible ye never loot him ken!" "'Deed no; I was ower sair ashamit! Ye see it was a' my wyte! and it was naebody's business!
He thought to please her by the remark, because she had been in the habit of saying so herself. But distance had made Annie dearer; and her aunt's nose took fire with indignation, as she replied: "The lassie's weel eneuch. I saw naething o' the sort aboot her. Gin ye canna guide her, that's your wyte." Bruce was abashed, but not confounded. He was ready in a moment.
Gien ye be the waur the morn, it'll be a' my wyte, 'cause I cudna bide to hear sic things said o' Ma'colm."
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