`` Is this my house or yours ? '' said he , in his keen voice , and then all of a sudden broke off . `` Na , na , '' said he , `` I didnae mean that . What 's mine is yours , Davie , my man , and what 's yours is mine . Blood 's thicker than water ; and there 's naebody but you and me that ought the name . '' And then on he rambled about the family , and its ancient greatness , and his father that began to enlarge the house , and himself that stopped the building as a sinful waste ; and this put it in my head to give him Jennet Clouston 's message . `` The limmer ! '' he cried . `` 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 , XXXXX . ''
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