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Chapter 3
I’mnaewarlock,tofindafortuneforyouinthebottomofaparritchbowl;butjustyougivemeadayortwo,andsaynaethingtonaebody,andassureassure,I’lldotherightbyyou.”
“Verywell,”saidI,“enoughsaid.Ifyouwanttohelpme,there’snodoubtbutI’llbegladofit,andnonebutI’llbegrateful.”
Itseemedtome(toosoon,Idaresay)thatIwasgettingtheupperhandofmyuncle;andIbegannexttosaythatImusthavethebedandbedclothesairedandputtosun-dry;fornothingwouldmakemesleepinsuchapickle.
“Isthismyhouseoryours?”saidhe,inhiskeenvoice,andthenallofasuddenbrokeoff.“Na,na,”saidhe,“Ididnaemeanthat.What’smineisyours,Davie,myman,andwhat’syoursismine.Blood’sthickerthanwater;andthere’snaebodybutyouandmethatoughtthename.”Andthenonherambledaboutthefamily,anditsancientgreatness,andhisfatherthatbegantoenlargethehouse,andhimselfthatstoppedthebuildingasasinfulwaste;andthisputitinmyheadtogivehimJennetClouston’smessage.
“Thelimmer!”hecried.“Twelvehunnerandfifteen—that’severydaysinceIhadthelimmerrowpit!Dod,David,I’llhaveherroastedonredpeatsbeforeI’mbywithit!Awitch—aproclaimedwitch!I’llaffandseethesessionclerk.”
Andwiththatheopenedachest,andgotoutaveryoldandwell-preservedbluecoatandwaistcoat,andagoodenoughbeaverhat,bothwithoutlace.
