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 "I can manage the trooper weel eneugh," she said, "for as rough as he is—I ken their nature weel; but ye maunna say a single word."

She accordingly opened the door of the gallery just as the centinel had turned his back from it, and, taking up the tune which he hummed, she sung in a coquettish tone of rustic raillery,

"A fair challenge, by Jove," cried the centinel, turning round, "and from two at once, but it's not easy to bang the soldier with his bandeliers;" then taking up the song where the damsel had stopt,