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The old man thought for a little. "Tat will tepend on who was pe your father, my son," he replied. "If he too will be a Cam'ell ochone! ochone! Put tere may pe some coot plood co into you more as enough to say God will pe make you, my son. Put don't pe asking, Malcolm ton't you'll pe asking." "What am I no to ask, daddy?" "Ton't pe asking who made you, who was ta father to you, my poy.
"Daddy! daddy!" he cried, throwing his arms round his neck and kissing him, "I lo'e ye better nor ever. An' weel I may!" "But how can you, when you 've cot none of ta plood in you, my son?" persisted Duncan. "I hae as muckle as ever I had, daddy." "Yes, put you 'll tidn't know." "But ye did, daddy." "Yes, and inteet she cannot tell why she 'll pe loving you so much herself aal ta time!"
"I would fight with proadswords, and sink point on the first plood drawn like a gentlemans." A loud shout of laughter followed the proposal, which indeed had rather escaped from poor Robin's swelling heart, than been the dictates of his sober judgment.
"Ve must vight to the last tr-r-op of our plood!" said the colonel, thumping the table; "and ve must tie for our Emperor, and zen all vill pe vell. And ve must discuss it as little as po-o-ossible"... he dwelt particularly on the word possible... "as po-o-ossible," he ended, again turning to the count. "Zat is how ve old hussars look at it, and zere's an end of it!
Far rader would I lay me in the grave far rader would I have wild horses on me trample than that I should indermarry with a family and bossibly betaint my innocent kinder with the plood of so shogging and unprincibled a liar.
Put inteed, I yonder he hasn't been sending for old Tuncan to be gifing him a song or two on ta peeps; for he'll pe hafing ta oceans of fery coot highland plood in his own feins; and his friend, ta Prince of Wales, who has no more rights to it than a maackerel fish, will pe wearing ta kilts at Holyrood. So mind you pe firing ta cun at sax, my son."
"I will not pretend, or presume, kind sir," said he, "to entertain you according to your merits and deserts; but you shall be as welcome to my poor cottage, and my wife and family, as the prince of Wales himself; and it shall go hard if, one way or other, I do not find ways and means of making you confess that there is some goot fellowship in an ancient Priton; for though I am no petter than a simple apothecary, I have as goot plood circulating in my veins as any he in the county; and I can describe and delineate and demonstrate my pedigree to the satisfaction of the 'ole 'orld; and, moreofer, by Got's goot providence and assistance, I can afford to treat my friend with joint of good mutton and a pottle of excellent wine, and no tradesman can peard me with a bill."
"Oh, it's all done," said Warble, "While you were taking her plood bressure, I cut off her ear " "What with?" "Oh, I had a boning knife and the sardine scissors. It's all right. And I've fixed her hair lovely in a big curly earmuff, so it will never show at all. Be quiet for a day or so, Polly, and then you'll be all right.
Her soul would haf chumped pack from him as from ta snake in ta tree. Ta hate in her heart to ta plood of ta Cawmill, would have killed ta chilt of ta Cawmill plood. No, Malcolm! no, my son!" "No, Malcolm; I would haf put my foot upon it, as I would on ta young fiper in ta heather." "Gien I was to turn oot ane o' that ill race, ye wad hate me, than, daddy efter a'! Ochone, daddy!
The old man thought for a little. "Tat will tepend on who was pe your father, my son," he replied. "If he too will be a Cam'ell ochone! ochone! Put tere may pe some coot plood co into you, more as enough to say God will pe make you, my son. Put don't pe asking, Malcolm. Ton't you 'll pe asking." "What am I no to ask, daddy?" "Ton't pe asking who made you who was ta father to you, my poy.
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