Red Cap Tales, Stolen from the Treasure Chest of the Wizard of the North

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"well in body, i thank you, mr. jarvie," said poor owen, "but sore afflicted in spirit." "ay, ay-no doubt-no doubt," said the bailie, briskly, "but we are all subject to a downcome, and it comes hard on those that have held their heads high. but i have not come out at twelve o'clock of a sabbath night to cast up to an unfortunate man his backslidings. that was never bailie nicol jarvie's way, nor yet was it his father the deacon's before him. why, man, even in the kirk i was thinking on your letter. and after supper i sat yawning wide enough to swallow st. enoch's kirk, till twelve of the cloc...