But I'm not just a good enough whig to be made a fool of neither.

And I tell you fairly, there's too much Advocate's door and Advocate's window here for a man that comes taigling after a Macgregor's daughter.

Ye can tell that to the Advocate that sent ye, with my fond love.

And I kiss my loof to ye, Mr.Balfour," says she, suiting the action to the word, "and a braw journey to ye back to where ye cam frae." "If you think me a spy," I broke out, and speech stuck in my throat.

I stood and looked murder at the old lady for a space, then bowed and turned away.
"Here! Hoots! The callant's in a creel!" she cried.