The Heart of Mid-Lothian, Volume 2 by Sir Walter Scott
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"Never," repeated Jeanie. "Weel, I think thae daft carles the magistrates send naebody to Bedlam but me--thae maun hae an unco respect for me, for whenever I am brought to them, thae aye hae me back to Bedlam. But troth, Jeanie" (she said this in a very confidential tone), "to tell ye my private mind about it, I think ye are at nae great loss; for the keeper's a cross-patch, and he maun hae it a' his ain gate, to be sure, or he makes the place waur than hell. I often tell him he's the daftest in a' the house.--But what are they making sic a skirling for?--Deil ane o' them's get in here--it wadna be mensfu'! I will sit wi' my back again the door; it winna be that easy stirring me." "Madge!"--"Madge!"--"Madge Wildfire!"--"Madge devil! what have ye done with the horse?" was repeatedly asked by the men without. "He's e'en at his supper, puir thing," answered Madge; "deil an ye were at yours, too, an it were scauding brimstone, and then we wad hae less o' your din." "His supper!" answered the more sulky ruffian--"What d'ye mean by that!--Tell me where he is, or I will knock your Bedlam brains out!" "He's in Gaffer Gablewood's wheat-close, an ye maun ken." "His wheat-close, you crazed jilt!" answered the other, with an accent of great indignation. "O, dear Tyburn Tam, man, what ill will the blades of the young wheat do |
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