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i' their hauns like gas accounts. I lookit closely at them, for they were doon i' the heels, and their coats seemed as if they had got a scuff here an' there wi' a black-lead brush.

"These are puir waifs," said Maister Fleming, seeing I was takin' a gude look at them, "engaged by some sheriff-officer to deliver arrestment papers. They need twa to vouch for their delivery."

Ane o' them wis Maister Pringle!