`` Twelve hunner and fifteen -- that 's every day since I had the limmer rowpit ! * Dod , David , I 'll have her roasted on red peats before I 'm by with it ! A witch -- a proclaimed witch ! I 'll aff and see the session clerk . '' * Sold up . And with that he opened a chest , and got out a very old and well-preserved blue coat and waistcoat , and a good enough beaver hat , both without lace . These he threw on any way , and taking a staff from the cupboard , locked all up again , and was for setting out , when a thought arrested him . `` I cannae leave you by yoursel ' in the house , '' said he . `` I 'll have to lock you out . '' The blood came to my face . `` If you lock me out , '' I said , `` it 'll be the last you 'll see of me in friendship . '' He turned very pale , and sucked his mouth in . `` This is no the way , '' he said , looking wickedly at a corner of the floor -- `` this is no the way to win my favour , David . '' `` Sir , '' says I , `` with a proper reverence for your age and our common blood , I do not value your favour at a boddle 's purchase . I was brought up to have a good conceit of myself ; and if you were all the uncle , and all the family , I had in the world ten times over , I would n't buy your liking at such prices . '' Uncle Ebenezer went and looked out of the window for awhile . I could see him all trembling and twitching , like a man with palsy . But when he turned round , he had a smile upon his face . `` Well , well , '' said he , `` we must bear and forbear . I 'll no go ; that 's all that 's to be said of it . ''
`` Uncle XXXXX , '' I said , `` I can make nothing out of this .
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