"It's the custom i' this country to mak what answer a man has the sense
to mak whan he's spoken till ceevily."
"I considered you uncivil."
"That's jist what a bonnie lassie sittin' yonner said aboot you whan
she prayed me no to lat you gang a step nearer till her."
Curly found it at the moment particularly agreeable to quarrel.
Moreover he had always disliked Bruce, and now hated him because Annie
had complained of him.
"I have as much right to walk here as you or any one else," said Bruce.
"Maybe; but even colliginers doesna aye get their richts. Ae richt
whiles rides upo' the tap o' anither. And Annie Anderson has a richt no
to be disturbit, whan her uncle, honest man, 's jist lyin' waitin'
for's coffin i' the hoose yonner."
"I'm her cousin."
"It's sma' comfort ony o' yer breed ever brocht her. Cousin or no, ye
sanna gang near her."
"I'll go where I please," said Bruce, moving to pass.
Curly moved right in front of him.
"By me ye shanna gang. I hae lickit ye afore for bein' ill till her;
and I will again gin ye gang a step nearer till her. She doesna want
ye. Faith I will! But I wad raither no fecht afore her. Sae jist come
back to the toon wi' me, and we'll say nae mair aboot it.
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