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Halloween (第3/6页)
le couthie side by side, and burher trimly; some start awa wi' saucy pride, an' jump out owre the chimlie fu' high that night. jean slips in twa, wi' tentie e'e; wha 'twas, she wadna tell; but this is jock, an' this is me, she says in to hersel': he bleez'd owre her, an' she owre him, as they wad never mair part: till fuff! he started up the lum, an' jean had e'en a sair heart to see't that night. poor willie, wi' his bow-kail runt, was brunt wi' primsie mallie; an' mary, nae doubt, took the drunt, to be par'd to willie: mall's nit lap out, wi' pridefu' fling, an' her ain fit, it brunt it; while willie lap, and swore by jing, 'twas just the way he wanted to be that night. nell had the fause-house in her min', she pits hersel an' rob in; in loving bleeze they sweetly join, till white ihey're sobbin: nell's heart was dan at the view; she whisper'd rob to leuk for't: rob, stownlins, prie'd her bonie mou', fu' cozie in the neuk for't, uhat night. but merran sat behint their backs, her thoughts on andrew bell: she lea'es them gashin at their cracks, an' slips out—by hersel'; she thro' the yard the aks, an' for the kiln she goes then, an' darklins grapit for the bauks, and in the blue-clue throws then, right fear't that night. an' ay she win't, an' ay she swat— i wat she made nae jaukin; till something held withi, good lord! but she was quaukin! but whether 'twas the deil himsel, or whether 'twas a bauk-en', or whether it was andrew bell, she did na wait on talkin to spier that night. wee jenny traunie says, “will ye go wi' me, graunie? i'll eat the apple at the glass, i gat frae uncle johnie:” she fuff't her pipe wi' sic a lunt, in wrath she was sae vap'rin, she n
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