The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
Ye'll no tell me, lassie, that ye hae na flung stoor in your father's een, after the converse that we had thegither by oursels the other day; therefore and accordingly, I requeesht to know, what's at the bottom o' this black art and glamour that ye hae been guilty o'?--whatna scamp or hempy is't that the cutty has been gallanting wi', that she's trying to cast the glaiks in a' our een for?--Wha is't?--I insist to know--for ye'll ne'er gar me believe that there's no a because for your jookery pawkrie.'