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"You, Balderstone!" replied the Master; "you are forgetting yourself, I think." "But I think no," said Balderstone; "for I can just tell ye a' about the castle on this knowe-head as weel as if ye were at it. Only dinna pit yoursell into a kippage, and expose yoursell before the weans, or before the Marquis, when ye gang down-bye."

Serve him cannily, Jenny, and wi' little din, and dinna bring the sodgers on him by speering ony questions at him; but let na him hae a room to himsell, they wad say we were hiding him. For yoursell, Jenny, ye'll be civil to a' the folk, and take nae heed o' ony nonsense and daffing the young lads may say t'ye. Folk in the hostler line maun put up wi' muckle.

"I have wandered here," she said, "like a ghaist, to see you, and nae wonder you take me for ane I thought but to see you gang by, or to hear the sound of your voice; but to speak to yoursell again, Jeanie, was mair than I deserved, and mair than I durst pray for." "O Effie! how came ye here alone, and at this hour, and on the wild seabeach? Are you sure it's your ain living sell?"

'Why, that will do you little good, mother. 'But 'twill do yoursell muckle, and that's what I'm thinking o'. I am not mad, although I have had eneugh to make me sae; I am not mad, nor doating, nor drunken. I know what I am asking, and I know it has been the will of God to preserve you in strange dangers, and that I shall be the instrument to set you in your father's seat again.

Odd so, I didna mind ye were here, Jeanie Deans; but ye maun use yoursell to hear the matter spoken o'. Keep Jeanie here till I come back, Mr. Butler; I winna bide ten minutes." And with this unwelcome assurance of an immediate return, he relieved them of the embarrassment of his presence.

And now, gudewife, I maun ride, to get to the Liddel or it be dark, for your Waste has but a kittle character, ye ken yoursell. 'Hout fie, Mr. Dinmont, that's no like you, to gie the country an ill name. I wot, there has been nane stirred in the Waste since Sawney Culloch, the travelling-merchant, that Rowley Overdees and Jock Penny suffered for at Carlisle twa years since.

"Richie," answered Linklater, "you have certainly sworn to say your prayers in the porter's lodge, with your back bare; and twa grooms, with dog-whips, to cry amen to you." "Na, na, Laurie, lad," said Richie, "I ken better what belangs to sifflications than I did yon day; and ye will say that yoursell, if ye will but get that bit note to the king's hand."

"Eh! what what's that you say, sister? did the girl go out in a night like this to the Halket-head? Good God! the misery of the night is not ended yet!" "But ye winna wait, Monkbarns ye are so imperative and impatient" "Tittle-tattle, woman," said the impatient and agitated Antiquary, "where is my dear Mary?" "Just where ye suld be yoursell, Monkbarns up-stairs, and in her warm bed."

"Come," said the Antiquary, laughing "I am glad the war is to cost me nothing but counsel." "Na, na," said Caxon "naebody thinks your honour wad either fight yoursell, or gie ony feck o' siller to ony side o' the question." "Umph! well, that's the opinion of the democraws, as you call them What say the rest o' Fairport?" "In troth," said the candid reporter, "I canna say it's muckle better.

Sampson crossed the hall with a bewildered look, Mrs. Allan, the good housekeeper, who, with the reverent attention which is usually rendered to the clergy in Scotland, was on the watch for his return, sallied forth to meet him 'What's this o't now, Mr. Sampson, this is waur than ever! Ye'll really do yoursell some injury wi' these lang fasts; naething's sae hurtful to the stamach, Mr. Sampson.

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