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A black sow grunting!

Ay, please your honour. The grunt of a black sow is as deil-like as its colour: I wad ken 't, in the dark, frae ony white sow that ever wore a snout.

Well, sometimes hooting of owlets, and the grunting of a black sow.

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Spare me, spare me, good folks! I can listen but to one at a time.

Good day, and my good service to you, Lady Dungarren. I'm sorry the laird is from home: my visit may perhaps disturb you.

Do not say so, Sheriff; I am at all times glad to see you; but were it otherwise, we are too well accustomed to be disturbed in this miserable house, to think much of any thing.