And ye maun tak' nae denial.

Ye maun see her, and tell her anent mysel' here, betrayed into prison sae I canna come to warn her.

And show her my marritge lines, and my letter, and my laird's pictur'-- the foul fien' fly awa' wi' him!--and tell her, gin she dinna believe them, to gae to the auld kirk o' St.Margaret's, Wes'minster, and look at the register, and see the minister, Mr.Smith, and the clerk, Mr.Jones, and the auld bodie, Mrs.Gray, and she'll find out anent it! Will ye do this for me ?" "Yes, I will, my dear child." "Here is a half-sovereign then to pay for the cab hire.

And, oh! be sure ye tak' unco gude care o' my papers! They's a' my fortun', ye ken." "Yes, indeed, I know how important they are to you, and I will bring them back safe," said the housekeeper, as she put the marriage certificate, the letter, the portrait, and the money in her pocket, and arose to leave the cell.
"And noo, we'll see, an' I dinna bring ye to open shame, ye graund de'il!" exclaimed Rose.
"I don't blame your anger, my poor dear, but don't use bad words.

And now I am off.