Guy Mannering, Or, the Astrologer — Volume 01 by Sir Walter Scott
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'O he's a--a--gude sort of blackguard fellow eneugh; naebody cares to trouble him--smuggler, when his guns are in ballast--privateer, or pirate, faith, when he gets them mounted. He has done more mischief to the revenue folk than ony rogue that ever came out of Ramsay.' 'But, my good sir, such being his character, I wonder he has any protection and encouragement on this coast.' 'Why, Mr. Mannering, people must have brandy and tea, and there's none in the country but what comes this way; and then there's short accounts, and maybe a keg or two, or a dozen pounds, left at your stable-door, instead of a d--d lang account at Christmas from Duncan Robb, the grocer at Kippletringan, who has aye a sum to make up, and either wants ready money or a short-dated bill. Now, Hatteraick will take wood, or he'll take bark, or he'll take barley, or he'll take just what's convenient at the time. I'll tell you a gude story about that. There was ance a laird--that's Macfie of Gudgeonford,--he had a great number of kain hens-- that's hens that the tenant pays to the landlord, like a sort of rent in kind. They aye feed mine very ill; Luckie Finniston sent up three that were a shame to be seen only last week, and yet she has twelve bows sowing of victual; indeed her goodman, Duncan Finniston--that's him that's gone--(we must all die, Mr. Mannering, that's ower true)--and, speaking of that, let us live in the meanwhile, for here's breakfast on the table, and the Dominie ready to say the grace.' The Dominie did accordingly pronounce a benediction, that exceeded |
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