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hurdies, saying, I ne'er kist wife nor lass naked before, and for fainness I'll bite you.
Naething mair remarkable happened till about half a year and four ouks thereafter, when in comes Marion Mushes, rinning barefitted and barelegged, wi' bleart cheeks and a watery nose, cursing and banning, greeting and flyting.
(Marion enters, crying,) And whar's John?
Mith. Indeed he's out in the yard pouting kail runts.
Mar. A black end on a him and his runts baith, for he's ruined me and my bairn.
Mith. Ruined you! it canna be; he never did you ill, nor said you ill, by night or be day, what gars you say that?
Mar. O woman! our Jenny is a rowing like a pack of woo; indeed she's wi' quick bairn, and your John is the father o't.
Mith. Our John the father o't! haud, there's enough said, lieing lown? I trow our John was ne'er guilty of sic a sinfu' action. Daft woman I trow it'll be but wind; she'll hae drucken some sour drink, raw sowens, or rotten milk, makes her so ill.
Mar. A wae be to him and his actions baith, he's the father o't, fornicator dog that he is, he's ruined me an my bairn; I bore her and brought
