Robertson Tait

Och, away now, Ruari. You'll be telling us you're not knowing who that woman is next! Man, man, that's an awful affliction._ A grey-bristled, weather-beaten face beamed back at him.__nd isn't it you that's making the drives in her car at the dead of night, too?_ A female voice joined in from behind the sweets jars: __h my, Ruari ... 'tis a terrible thing the guilt of the carnal pleasures!___ haven't had any carnal pleasures ... I simply got a lift home. You're terrible, right enough,_ he defended himself.