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Chronicles of the Canongate

CHAPTER IV
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They lifted their rents, and spent them; called in their kain and ate them; gaed to the kirk of a Sunday; bowed civilly if folk took aff their bannets as they gaed by, and lookit as black as sin at them that keepit them on." "These are their arms that you have on the sign ?" "What! on the painted board that is skirling and groaning at the door?
Na, these are Mr.Treddles's arms though they look as like legs as arms.
Ill pleased I was at the fule thing, that cost as muckle as would hae repaired the house from the wa' stane to the rigging-tree.

But if I am to bide here, I'll hae a decent board wi' a punch bowl on it." "Is there a doubt of your staying here, Mrs.Steele ?" "Dinna Mistress me," said the cross old woman, whose fingers were now plying their thrift in a manner which indicated nervous irritation; "there was nae luck in the land since Luckie turned Mistress, and Mistress my Leddy.

And as for staying here, if it concerns you to ken, I may stay if I can pay a hundred pund sterling for the lease, and I may flit if I canna, and so gude e'en to you, Christie,"-- and round went the wheel with much activity.
"And you like the trade of keeping a public-house ?" "I can scarce say that," she replied.

"But worthy Mr.Prendergast is clear of its lawfulness; and I hae gotten used to it, and made a decent living, though I never make out a fause reckoning, or give ony ane the means to disorder reason in my house." "Indeed!" said I; "in that case, there is no wonder you have not made up the hundred pounds to purchase the lease." "How do you ken," said she sharply, "that I might not have had a hundred punds of my ain fee?
If I have it not, I am sure it is my ain faut.

And I wunna ca' it faut neither, for it gaed to her wha was weel entitled to a' my service." Again she pulled stoutly at the flax, and the wheel went smartly round.
"This old gentleman," said I, fixing my eye on the painted panel, "seems to have had HIS arms painted as well as Mr.Treddles--that is, if that painting in the corner be a scutcheon." "Ay, ay--cushion, just sae.


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