Like the night mare, I will hag ride ye, yet remain invisible myself.

This miserable Ramorny, too, he who, in losing his hand, has, like a poor artisan, lost the only valuable part of his frame, he heaps insulting language on me, as if anything which he can say had power to chafe a constant mind like mine! Yet, while he calls me rogue, villain, and slave, he acts as wisely as if he should amuse himself by pulling hairs out of my head while my hand had hold of his heart strings.

Every insult I can pay back instantly by a pang of bodily pain or mental agony, and--he, he!--I run no long accounts with his knighthood, that must be allowed." While the mediciner was thus indulging his diabolical musing, and passing, in his creeping manner, along the street, the cry of females was heard behind him.
"Ay, there he is, Our Lady be praised!--there is the most helpful man in Perth," said one voice.
"They may speak of knights and kings for redressing wrongs, as they call it; but give me worthy Master Dwining the potter carrier, cummers," replied another.
At the same moment, the leech was surrounded and taken hold of by the speakers, good women of the Fair City.
"How now, what's the matter ?" said Dwining, "whose cow has calved ?" "There is no calving in the case," said one of the women, "but a poor fatherless wean dying; so come awa' wi' you, for our trust is constant in you, as Bruce said to Donald of the Isles." "Opiferque per orbem dicor," said Henbane Dwining.

"What is the child dying of ?" "The croup--the croup," screamed one of the gossips; "the innocent is rouping like a corbie." "Cynanche trachealis--that disease makes brief work.

Show me the house instantly," continued the mediciner, who was in the habit of exercising his profession liberally, not withstanding his natural avarice, and humanely, in spite of his natural malignity.