but I'se pu' it down about his lugs, if I canna win at him otherwise."
Having thus communed with himself, he raised his voice, and invoked Elshie in a tone as supplicating as his conflicting feelings would permit. "Elshie, my gude friend." No reply. "Elshie, canny Father Elshie." The Dwarf remained mute. "Sorrow be in the crooked cascase of thee," said the Borderer between his teeth, and then again attempting a soothing tone; "good Father Elshie, a most miserable creature desires some counsel of your wisdom."
"The better!" answered the shrill and discordant voice of the Dwarf through a very small window, resembling an arrowslit, which he had constructed near the door of his dwelling, and through which he could see any one who approached it, without the possibility of their looking in upon him.
"The better!" said Hobbie impatiently; "what is the better, Elshie? Do you
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