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The
better
to
set
this
fear
at
rest
,
I
changed
the
form
of
my
inquiries
;
and
spying
an
honest
fellow
coming
along
a
lane
on
the
shaft
of
his
cart
,
I
asked
him
if
he
had
ever
heard
tell
of
a
house
they
called
the
house
of
Shaws
.
He
stopped
his
cart
and
looked
at
me
,
like
the
others
.
"
Ay
"
said
he
.
"
What
for
?
"
"
It
's
a
great
house
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Doubtless
,
"
says
he
.
"
The
house
is
a
big
,
muckle
house
.
"
"
Ay
,
"
said
I
,
"
but
the
folk
that
are
in
it
?
"
"
Folk
?
"
cried
he
.
"
Are
ye
daft
?
There
's
nae
folk
there
--
to
call
folk
.
"
"
What
?
"
say
I
;
"
not
Mr.
Ebenezer
?
"
"
Ou
,
ay
"
says
the
man
;
"
there
's
the
laird
,
to
be
sure
,
if
it
's
him
you
're
wanting
.
What
'll
like
be
your
business
,
mannie
?
"
"
I
was
led
to
think
that
I
would
get
a
situation
,
"
I
said
,
looking
as
modest
as
I
could
.
