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`` Late hours are a mistake , Dubble ! '' `` So they be , so they be , Mr. Arbroath ! '' agreed Dubble . `` Ef I was oop till midnight naggin ' away at my good wife an ' darter as they nags away at me , I 'd say my keepin ' o ' late ` ours was a dorned whoppin ' mistake an ' no doubt o ` t . But seein ' as ` taint arf-past ten yet , an ' I aint naggin ' nobody nor interferin ' with my neighbours nohow , I reckon I 'm on the right side o ' the night so fur . '' A murmur of approving laughter from all the men about him ratified this speech . The Reverend Mr. Arbroath gave a gesture of disdain , and bent his lowering looks on Tom o ' the Gleam .