--Gude-night to you, my
kind countryman." So saying, he thrust out of the sleeve of his ragged
doublet a long bony hand and arm, on which the muscles rose like whip-
cord. Master George shook it heartily, while Jenkin and Frank
exchanged sly looks with each other.
Richie Moniplies would next have addressed his thanks to the master of
the shop, but seeing him, as he afterwards said, "scribbling on his
bit bookie, as if he were demented," he contented his politeness with
"giving him a hat," touching, that is, his bonnet, in token of
salutation, and so left the shop.
"Now, there goes Scotch Jockey, with all his bad and good about him,"
said Master George to Master David, who suspended, though unwillingly,
the calculations with which he was engaged, and keeping his pen within
an inch of the tablets, gazed on his friend with great lack-lustre
eyes, which expressed any thing rather than intelligence or interest
in the discourse addressed to him.--"That fellow," proceeded Master
George, without heeding his friend's state of abstraction, "shows,
with great liveliness of colouring, how our Scotch pride and poverty
make liars and braggarts of us; and yet the knave, whose every third
word to an Englishman is a boastful lie, will, I warrant you, be a
true and tender friend and follower to his master, and has perhaps
parted with his mantle to him in the cold blast, although he himself
walked _in cuerpo,_ as the Don says.
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