4/10 He was luikin' at ye throu the window like a hungry deevil. And jist min' what ye're aboot wi' the lassie--she's rael bonnie--or ye may chance to get her into trouble, withoot ony wyte (fault) o' yer ain. Gin ye'll tak my advice, ye'll tak a dose o' mathematics direckly. It's a fine alterative as weel as antidote, though maybe whusky's.....the verra broo o' the deevil's ain pot," he concluded, altering his tone entirely, and swallowing the rest of his glass at a gulp. |