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And the wife she maun get the scull on her back, and awa wi' the fish to the next burrows-town, and scauld and ban wi'ilka wife that will scauld and ban wi'her till it's sauld and that's the gait fisher-wives live, puir slaving bodies." "Slaves? gae wa', lass! ca' the head o' the house slaves? little ye ken about it, lass.
And the wife she maun get the scull on her back, and awa wi' the fish to the next burrows-town, and scauld and ban wi'ilka wife that will scauld and ban wi'her till it's sauld and that's the gait fisher-wives live, puir slaving bodies." "Slaves? gae wa', lass! ca' the head o' the house slaves? little ye ken about it, lass.
'How, and in what manner? 'Her ain sell, replied Callum, 'could wait for him a wee bit frae the toun, and kittle his quarters wi'her skene-occle. 'Skene-occle! what's that? Callum unbuttoned his coat, raised his left arm, and, with an emphatic nod, pointed to the hilt of a small dirk, snugly deposited under it, in the lining of his jacket.
'How, and in what manner? 'Her ain sell, replied Callum, 'could wait for him a wee bit frae the toun, and kittle his quarters wi'her skene-occle. 'Skene-occle! what's that? Callum unbuttoned his coat, raised his left arm, and, with an emphatic nod, pointed to the hilt of a small dirk, snugly deposited under it, in the lining of his jacket.
'How, and in what manner? 'Her ain sell, replied Callum, 'could wait for him a wee bit frae the toun, and kittle his quarters wi'her skene-occle. 'Skene-occle! what's that? Callum unbuttoned his coat, raised his left arm, and, with an emphatic nod, pointed to the hilt of a small dirk, snugly deposited under it, in the lining of his jacket.
Aw connot seigh weel at neet, wi o' th' lamps; an afoor aw geet oop wi' her, hoo's reawnd th' nook, and gwon fro mo seet. Col. G. There are ten thousands girls in London you might take for your own under such circumstances not seeing more than the backs of them. Th. Ten theawsand girls like mo Mattie, saysto? wi'her greight eighes and her lung yure? Puh! Col.
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