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There may be a possibeelity for the Gourlays in the youngster yet!" He would have said more, but at that moment his sonsy big wife came out, with oh, such a roguish and kindly smile, and, "Tom, Tom," said she, "what are ye havering here for? C'way in, man, and have a dish o' tea wi' me!"
Why had Wilson thrust his damned voice on him on this particular morning of all days in the year, if he was not gloating over some news which he had just heard about the Gourlays? It was as plain as daylight: his son had sent word from Edinburgh. That was why he brayed and ho-ho-hoed when Gourlay went by.
The Gourlays did not seem to be stirring yet; there was no smoke above their roof-tree to show that there was life within. Postie jerked his thumb across his shoulder at the House with the Green Shutters. "There'll be chynges there the day," he said, chirruping. "Wha-at!" Toddle breathed in a hoarse whisper of astonishment, "sequesteration?" and he stared, big-eyed, with his brows arched.
His mouth was fallen slack, and showed a few yellow tusks. "Eh?" he asked vaguely. The thought that he must leave the Gourlays could not penetrate his mind. "I don't need you ainy more," said Gourlay again, and met his eye steadily. "I'm gey auld," said Peter, still shaking his hands with that pitiful gesture, "but I only need a bite and a sup. Man, I'm willin' to tak onything."
But the sudden sight of that living disgrace to the Gourlays woke a wild desire to leap on him at once and glut his rage a madness which only a will like his could control. He quivered with the effort to keep it in.
The twa women were obliged to carry the drunk lump to his bedroom and yon lassie far ga'en in consumption, too, they tell me! Ou, he was in a perfectly awful condition perfectly awful!" "Ay, man," nodded Brodie. "I hadna heard o't. Curious that I didna hear o' that!" "It was Drucken Wabster's wife that telled it. There's not a haet that happens at the Gourlays but she clypes.
But, O mother, I didna ken you were just the same; I didna ken you were just the same." She looked. Her mother was not listening. Suddenly Mrs. Gourlay screamed with wild laughter, and, laughing, eyed with mirthless merriment the look of horror with which Janet was regarding her. "Ha, ha, ha!" she screamed, "it's to be a clean sweep o' the Gourlays!
And yet if the interest were not paid at once, the lawyers in Glasgow would foreclose, and the Gourlays would be flung upon the street. His proud soul must eat dirt, if need be, for the sake of eighty pounds. "If I get the baker or Tam Wylie to stand security," he asked, "would ye not oblige me? I think they would do it. I have always felt they respected me."
As he dallied, a little aback from an open window, he heard a voice which he knew mentioning the Gourlays. It was Templandmuir who was speaking. "I see that Gourlay has lost his final appeal in that lawsuit of his," said the Templar. "D'ye tell me that?" said a strange voice. Then "Gosh, he must have lost infernal!" "Atweel has he that," said Templandmuir.
"Oh, my God!" he screamed, leaping back, and with his bulky bag got stuck in the kitchen door, in his desperate hurry to be gone. He ran round to the Square in front, and down to Sandy Toddle, who was informing a bunch of unshaven bodies that the Gourlays were "sequestered." "Oh, my God, Post, what have you seen, to bring that look to your eyes? What have you seen, man? Speak, for God's sake!
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