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waist, and haud, her fast in your grips, and sine tak a fouth o'sweetest kisses frae her glowing mow; an’I'se warrant ye, Willie, gif she hae ony saúl at a' twill come lowping to her lips; and though she iflite wi' ye atween the -smacks, dinna ye think she means as she'll speak; and gif she lower her bonny face wi'gloom, do you say her mow's like ony hinney, and gif she winna change her mood, ye'll gang clean wod, an' toure the craig ye'll tak the lowp; but tent the language o’hereen.”
Willie promised to obey; and as the youths left the hut “to fauld their sheep," Levingstone was content to go home to the manse,
filled with many reflections on the gallantry of Wattie.
Bess, Bess," he could not think what Bess was meant; but wandering solitary, some two days after this lesson had been tendered Willie, Levingstone espied the minister's servant-girlcoming
from a neighibouring house, and sure enough she was the Bess; for like a greyhound Willie sprang from behind a high turf dyke that formed one flank of the fauld, and Levingstone espied Bess in the arms of Willie in a trice; and the words of this modest girl's mouth were, “O Willie ! let me gang; I thought ye war mair blate; I manna stay.”—“Dear Bess ! let me speak to ye."-"Na, na, Willie, that winna do; I'm nae obliged to saunter i here wi? you! I ne'er had ony thoughts :toytint my heart."-"Ah! Bess, wha kens but ye may rue an' pity.me; ye ne'er can wall a man that loves ye mair wi' true downright love."--"And if I ne'er should, nae man my heartcan mave;,
:ilk lad's alike to me; I am happy and leal fraee'en; to morn, and gif ye ken’d it, sae are ye ; an' baith had best ,take itent, and frae the eitherįkeep a' daffin an' sugar'd words, an'ne'er mint a breath
about what nane but fools rant, clishmaclayer-poor fools, wha tent their power within four wa's, an' gather mirky clouds abun their heads, an'at their feet a skirling bairn to gar them drudge frae morning to the gloamin, an frae the gloamin till the sin rise over the lawn."
Willie said little, but he plied her hard with kisses, and the torrent of pleasure he felt in being allowed to snatch them with a delicate resistance, fired his blood : and Bess, with all her stoicism, seemed by the attitude she threw herself in,-her fine breasts resting on Willie's bosom, and her longing eyes now and then stealing a glance of his, whilst there seemed to be no more words to ease her heart, and as if tied by the arms of Willie entwined around her waist, and her kisses warm in the place of vows,—Bess, we say, seemed as if her heart, now softer grown, halfyielded consent to the love-sick, faithful Willie.
But she contrived to get out of his innocent embrace, and scolded him as “ nae blate to tak sic a liberty 'wi' her on the open lawn, whar mair e'en than what looked frae the lifts might see them: ne'er do't again, Willie ; yelne'er sall hae your will ; ye ne'er sall mak me lead a puir feightan life o' Willie's wife:-na, na; ye'll ne'er makmuckle o' me wi' unco fraise, an' daut me afore fouk; an' as soon as your new-fangleness is gane, instead o' sweet delyte, 'cause ye tint your freedom for my sake, gang to wastefu' barliehoods, and sine be driven frae house an' hald; na,
" Bess at length got out of Willie's clutches; and Levingstone hardly knew which to admire most, the assiduities of Willie, or the stifled attachment of Bess, who blushed through vanity rather
than shame. It was evident Willie loved Bess, and she loved Willie; for though she would not suffer him to speak either of love or marriage, heri imagination and passion carried away that prudence and reserve which her loquacious tongue wanted to declare she possessed.. But the pleasures of:sensuality had not sparklediin either's eyess as Willie embraced her only with the frankness of virtue, and Bess's generosity, the effect of a warm temperament, betrayed only a laudable inclination to change her opinionsz, whenever eira. cumstances and Willie's assiduities rendered it necessary for her to do violence to the simple, childish philosophy her bashfulness had imbued her with: Bess! was forward only in loquacious resistance; her attitude, the pressure of her bosomon Willie's shoulder, evincet at any rate complacency and.aniami: able simplicity, if not a vanity to raise