human
Now then, Andie, you that kens the world, listen to me, and think while ye listen, said I.
gpt
I know there are great folks in the business, and I make no doubt you have their names to go upon. I have seen some of them myself since this affair began, and said my say into their faces too. But what kind of a crime would this be that I had committed? or what kind of a process is this that I am fallen under? To be apprehended by some ragged John-Hielandmen on August 30th, carried to a rickle of old stones that is now neither fort nor gaol (whatever it once was) but just the gamekeeper's lodge of the Bass Rock, and set free again, September 23d, as secretly as I was first arrested--does that sound like law to you? or does it sound like justice? or does it not sound honestly like a piece of some low dirty intrigue, of which the very folk that meddle with it are ashamed?
human
I canna gainsay ye, Shaws. It looks unco underhand, says Andie.
gpt
And werenae the folk guid sound Whigs and true-blue Presbyterians I would hae seen them ayont Jordan and Jeroozlem or I would have set hand to it.
human
The Master of Lovat'll be a braw Whig, says I,
gpt
I ken naething by him, said he.
human
I hae nae trokings wi' Lovats.
gpt
No, it'll be Prestongrange that you'll be dealing with,
human
Ah, but I'll no tell ye that,
gpt
Little need when I ken,
human
There's just the ae thing ye can be fairly sure of, Shaws, says Andie.
gpt
And that is that (try as ye please) I'm no dealing wi' yoursel'; nor yet I amnae goin' to,
human
Well, Andie, I see I'll have to be speak out plain with you,