'What now, Mr Satan ? What for are ye roaring that gate ? Are you fawn inna little hell, instead o' the big muckin ane ? Deil be in your reistit trams ! What for have ye abscondit youself into my leddy's wab for ?
'Friend, I beg your pardon,' said I; I wanted to be at the light, and have somehow involved myself in the intricacies of your web, from which I cannot get clear without doing you a great injury. Pray do, lend your experienced hand to extricate me.'
From: James Hogg, The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner (1824)
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