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Robert Falconer

CHAPTER X
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Ye gang aboot it an' aboot it, an' at last ye come sae near leein' that gin ye spak anither word, ye wad be at it; and it jist fleys (frights) me frae speirin' ae ither question at ye.
An' that's hoo ye win oot o' 't.

But noo 'at it's aboot my ain oye (grandson), I'm no gaein' to tyne (lose) him to save a woman o' your years, wha oucht to ken better; an sae I'll speir at ye, though ye suld be driven to lee like Sawtan himsel' .-- What's he aboot whan he gangs up the stair?
Noo!' 'Weel, as sure's deith, I dinna ken.

Ye drive me to sweirin', mem, an' no to leein'.' 'I carena.

Hae ye no idea aboot it, than, Betty ?' 'Weel, mem, I think sometimes he canna be weel, and maun hae a tod (fox) in 's stamack, or something o' that nater.

For what he eats is awfu'.
An' I think whiles he jist gangs up the stair to eat at 's ain wull.' 'That jumps wi' my ain observations, Betty.


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