You had better go home again, and I will come to you to-morrow." "Na, na, that winna do!" said the man, half doggedly, half fiercely.
"The hert ill be oot o' my body gien I dinna du something! This verra nicht it maun be dune! I canna bide in hell ony langer.

The thoucht o' the rascal slaverin' his lees ower my Eppy 's killin' me! My brain 's like a fire: I see the verra billows o' the ocean as reid 's blude." "If you come near the castle to-night, I will have you taken up.

I am too much your friend to see you hanged! But if you go home and leave the matter to me, I will do my best, and let you know.

She shall be saved if I can compass it.

What, man! you would not have God against you ?" "He'll be upo' the side o' the richt, I'm thinkin'!" "Doubtless; but he has said, 'Vengeance is mine!' He can't trust us with that.