To be sure you can't sell them for two hundred pence when you want.

So I shall go to jail, but they won't keep me long." Then he took a turn, and began to fall into the artistic, or true view of matters, which, indeed, was never long absent from him.
"Look here, Christie," said he, "I am sick of conventional assassins, humbugging models, with dirty beards, that knit their brows, and try to look murder; they never murdered so much as a tom-cat.

I always go in for the real thing, and here I shall find it." "Dinna gang in there, lad, for ony favor." "Then I shall find the accessories of a picture I have in my head--chains with genuine rust and ancient mouldering stones with the stains of time." His eye brightened at the prospect.
"You among fiefs, and chains, and stanes! Ye'll break my hairt, laddy, ye'll no be easy till you break my hairt." And this time the tears would not be denied.
"I love you for crying; don't cry;" and he fished from the chaotic drawer a cambric handkerchief, with which he dried her tears as they fell.
It is my firm belief she cried nearly twice as much as she really wanted to; she contrived to make the grief hers, the sympathy his.

Suddenly she stopped, and said: "I'm daft; ye'll accept a lane o' the siller fra me, will ye no ?" "No!" said he.

"And where could you find eighty pound ?" "Auchty pund," cried she, "it's no auchty pund that will ding Christie Johnstone, laddy.