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I
thought
this
roughness
would
have
sent
her
off
in
dudgeon
,
as
indeed
it
closed
her
mouth
for
the
time
.
But
my
companion
knew
very
well
what
he
was
doing
;
and
for
as
simple
as
he
was
in
some
things
of
life
,
had
a
great
fund
of
roguishness
in
such
affairs
as
these
.
"
Ye
neednae
tell
me
,
"
she
said
at
last
--
"
ye
're
gentry
.
"
"
Well
,
"
said
Alan
,
softened
a
little
(
I
believe
against
his
will
)
by
this
artless
comment
,
"
and
suppose
we
were
?
Did
ever
you
hear
that
gentrice
put
money
in
folk
's
pockets
?
"
She
sighed
at
this
,
as
if
she
were
herself
some
disinherited
great
lady
.
"
No
,
"
says
she
,
"
that
's
true
indeed
.
"
I
was
all
this
while
chafing
at
the
part
I
played
,
and
sitting
tongue-tied
between
shame
and
merriment
;
but
somehow
at
this
I
could
hold
in
no
longer
,
and
bade
Alan
let
me
be
,
for
I
was
better
already
.
My
voice
stuck
in
my
throat
,
for
I
ever
hated
to
take
part
in
lies
;
but
my
very
embarrassment
helped
on
the
plot
,
for
the
lass
no
doubt
set
down
my
husky
voice
to
sickness
and
fatigue
.
"
Has
he
nae
friends
?
"
said
she
,
in
a
tearful
voice
.
"
That
has
he
so
!
"
cried
Alan
,
"
if
we
could
but
win
to
them
!
--
friends
and
rich
friends
,
beds
to
lie
in
,
food
to
eat
,
doctors
to
see
to
him
--
and
here
he
must
tramp
in
the
dubs
and
sleep
in
the
heather
like
a
beggarman
.
"
"
And
why
that
?
"
says
the
lass
.
"
My
dear
,
"
said
Alan
,
"
I
cannae
very
safely
say
;
but
I
'll
tell
ye
what
I
'll
do
instead
,
"
says
he
,
"
I
'll
whistle
ye
a
bit
tune
.
"
And
with
that
he
leaned
pretty
far
over
the
table
,
and
in
a
mere
breath
of
a
whistle
,
but
with
a
wonderful
pretty
sentiment
,
gave
her
a
few
bars
of
"
Charlie
is
my
darling
.
"
"
Wheesht
,
"
says
she
,
and
looked
over
her
shoulder
to
the
door
.
