The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
It's no to be rehearsed by the tongue o' man, Mr. Keelevin, what I hae borne at the hands of the haverel idiot, since the death of him that's awa--your auld friend, Mr. Keelevin;--he was a man of a capacity, and had he been spared a comfort to me, as he was, and ay sae couthy wi' his kindness, I would na kent what it is to be a helpless widow.