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Warlock o’ Glenwarlock

CHAPTER XXV
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But I bude to beir't; sae I bore't an' bore't till I cam by beirin' o' 't to tak it verra quaiet, an' luik upo' the thing as the wull o' a Providence 'at sudna be meddlet wi'.

I broucht mysel' in fac' to that degree o' submission,'at I gae mysel' no trouble more, but jist confint my ainergies to the raisin' o' the kail an' cabbage, the ingons an' pitawtas wantit aboot the place." "And are things no better," asked Cosmo, "since the present lord succeeded ?" "No a hair--'cep' it be 'at there's no sae mony ill words fleein' aboot the place.

My lord never sets his nose intil the gairden, or speirs--no ance in a twal--month, hoo's things gangin' on.

He does naething but rowt aboot in 's boaratory as he ca's 't--bore-a-whig, or bore-a-tory, it's little to me--makin' stinks there fit to scomfish a whaul, an' gar 'im stick his nose aneth the watter for a glamp o' fresh air.

He's that hard-hertit 'at he never sae muckle as aits his denner alongside o' his ain sister,'cep' it be whan he has company, an' wad luik like ither fowk.


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