Div ye ken what's hanging ower the house of Knockwinnock ?" "Great distress, I fear, Edie," answered Miss Wardour; "but I am surprised it is already so public." "Public!--Sweepclean, the messenger, will be there the day wi' a' his tackle.

I ken it frae ane o' his concurrents, as they ca' them, that's warned to meet him; and they'll be about their wark belyve; whare they clip, there needs nae kame--they shear close eneugh." "Are you sure this bad hour, Edie, is so very near ?--come, I know, it will." "It's e'en as I tell you, leddy.

But dinna be cast down--there's a heaven ower your head here, as weel as in that fearful night atween the Ballyburghness and the Halket-head.

D'ye think He, wha rebuked the waters, canna protect you against the wrath of men, though they be armed with human authority ?" "It is indeed all we have to trust to." "Ye dinna ken--ye dinna ken: when the night's darkest, the dawn's nearest.

If I had a gude horse, or could ride him when I had him, I reckon there wad be help yet.