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"Porr-poises, fulish laddy ye hae seen the herrin whale at his wark, and the solant guse ye hae seen her at wark; and beneath the sea, Flucker, every coedflsh and doegfish, and fish that has teeth, is after them; and half Scotland wad be at Inch Keith Island if they kenned what ye hae tell't me dinna speak to me."
Go ahead, Custy." Christie. "She bade the music play for him, for music brightens thoucht; ony way, he chose the leed kist. "Kess," roared the company. Chorus, led by Flucker. "Hurraih!" "Flucker, behave!" "Hur-raih!" He then solemnly reflected. "Na! but it's na hurraih, decency requires amen first an' hurraih afterward; here's kissin plenty, but I hear nae word o' the minister.
"Do you know who she is, Saunders?" "It is Peggy, that was cook in your lordship's uncle's time, my lord. She married a green-grocer," added Saunders, with an injured air. "Hech! hech!" cried Flucker, "Christie has ta'en up her head wi' a cook's son." Mrs. Gatty was ushered into the "Peacock" with mock civility by Mr. Saunders.
"And when the cutter sailed, he, Flucker, had seen her perched on a rock, like a mermaid, watching their progress, which had been slow, because the skipper, infatuated with so sudden a passion, had made a series of ungrammatical tacks."
Christie fed him, and laughed at him. Flucker ditto. As she neither fed nor laughed at any other man, some twenty were bitterly jealous of Willy Liston, and this gave the blighted youth a cheerful moment or two. But the bright alliance received a check some months before our tale.
"And, Custy," said he, "there's plenty wind getting up, your fish will be sair hashed; put them off your hands, I rede ye." Christie. "Ay, lad! Flucker, hide, an' when I play my hand sae, ye'll run in an cry, 'Cirsty, the Irishman will gie ye twenty-two schellin the cran." Flucker. "Ye ken mair than's in the catecheesm, for as releegious as ye are." The Leith merchant was Mr.
Then suddenly descending to a tone of abject submission, "What's your pleesure, Flucker Johnstone's dochter?" She instantly withdrew the offending grasp, and, leaning affectionately on his shoulder, she melted into her rich Ionic tones.
Flucker confirmed the theory by gulping out: "We'll never see Newhaven again." On this the skipper smiled, and ordered him ashore, somewhat peremptorily.
At this moment the easternmost boat showed a blue light. "The fish are rising," said Flucker, "we'll na risk nae mair nets." Soon after this a sort of song was heard from the boat that had showed a light. Flucker, who had got his net in, ran down to her, and found, as he suspected, that the boys had not power to draw the weight of fish over the gunwale.
The people were still collected at the foot of the street, but they were now in knots, when in dashed Flucker, arriving by a short cut, and crying: "She does na ken, she does na ken, she was ower moedest to look, I daur say, and ye'll no tell her, for he's a blackguard, an' he's just making a fule o' the puir lass, and if she kens what she has done for him, she'll be fonder o' him than a coow o' her cauf."
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