"I canna look at you! I winna look at you! I hae ta'en an awfu' scunner till ye!"
"What have I done to you, you exasperating woman, that you should behave to me in this insolent manner?" demanded the man.
"What hae ye dune till me, is it? Ye hae hanggit me! nae less!" cried the girl, with a shudder.
"Hanged you? Whatever do you mean? Are ye crazy, girl?"
"Ay, weel nigh!"
"But what do you mean by saying that I have hanged you? Come, I insist on knowing!"
"Oh, then I just ken a' anent the murder up at Lone Castle! Ye hae drawn me in till a robbery and murder, without me kenning onything anent it until a' was ower, and me with the waefu' woodie before me!"
"Rose, if I understand you, it seems that you think I was in some sort concerned in the death of Sir Lemuel Levison?"
"Ay, that is just what I be thinking!" said the shuddering girl.
"Then you do me a very foul and infamous injustice, Rose! Look at me! Do I look like an assassin? Look at me, I say!" sternly insisted the man.