say ye are weel acquent with the gentleman,
'When the devil was sick, the devil a monk would be,
When the devil was well, the devil a monk was he.'"
"Thou say'st true," said the Solitary; "as well divide a wolf from his appetite for carnage, or a raven from her scent of slaughter, as thee from thy accursed propensities."
"Why, what would you have me to do?—It's born with me—lies in my very blude and bane. Why, man, the lads of Westburnflat, for ten lang descents, have been reivers and lifters. They have all drunk hard, lived high, taken deep revenge for light offence, and never wanted gear for the winning."
"Right; and thou art as thorough bred a wolf," said the Dwarf, "as ever leaped a lamb-fold at night. On what hell's errand art thou bound now?"
"Can your skill not guess?"
"Thus far I know," said the Dwarf,
