Bertram listened with great attention to this account, which tallied so well in many points with what he had himself seen of this gypsey sybil. After a moment's consideration, he concluded it would be no breach of faith to mention what he had seen at Derncleugh to a person who held Meg in such reverence as Dinmont obviously did. He told his story accordingly, often interrupted by ejaculations, such as, "Weel, the like o' that now!" or "Na, deil an' that's no something now!"
When our Liddesdale friend had heard the whole to an end, he shook his great black head—"Weel; I'll uphaud there's baith gude and ill among the gypsies, and if they deal wi' the enemy it's a' their ain business and no ours.—I ken what the streeking the corpse wad be weel aneugh. Thae smuggler deevils, when ony o' them's killed in a fray, they'll send for a wife like Meg far eneugh to dress the corpse; odd, it's a' the burial they ever think o'! and
