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No: but I'll score thy imp's brow wi 't,—that's what I'll do,—an tu lay a finger on me. But dinna glow'r sae: stan' aff a bit, an answer my quastions, and there's siller for thee. (Throwing him some pence.) Was tu on the moor i' the night-time, wi' thy mither?

Mither?

Ay; was tu on the moor wi' her, whan the thunner roared?

Thunner roared, fire roared, thunner roared! hurl! hurl! hurl! (Imitating the noise of thunder.)

Ay; an' ye ware there?

Ay, there. (Nodding his head.)

An' wha was there beside?

Beside?

Beside thee an' thy mither. What saw ye there?