Waverley Novels, Том 6Robert Cadell, Edinburgh, and Whittaker & Company London., 1829 |
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adept answered Antiquary auld Bailie baith Baronet battle of Harlaw beggar better Blattergowl brother ca'd canna Captain M'Intyre Caxon Countess dear deforcement dinna distress Dousterswivel e'en Earl of Glenallan Edie Ochiltree Elspeth exclaimed eyes Fairport father fear frae gaberlunzie gang Glenallan-house goot grave Greenhorn gude hand hear heard Hector hinnies honour hope horse Jenny kend Knockwinnock lady leddy look Lord Geraldin Lord Glenallan lordship Lovel magistrate mair maun mendicant mind Miss Wardour Misticot's Monkbarns mony mother muckle Mucklebackit nephew neral never Neville night occasion Ochil old Edie Oldbuck ower phoca pike-staff poor puir replied ruins Scotland silver Sir Arthur soldier sorrow speak spirit St Ruth Steenie suppose sure tell thae ther there's thing thought tion Troth uncle unco voice wad hae weel woman womankind word ye'll young
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