One after one
The hour-bell of St. Giles was rung , and the sunset bugle blown in the Castle . It took Mr. Brown a long time to lift the wicket , close the tall leaves and lock the gate . The wind was rising , and the air hardening . One after one the gas lamps flared in the gusts that blew on the bridge . The huge bulk of shadow lay , velvet black , in the drenched quarry pit of the Grassmarket . The caretaker 's voice was husky with a sudden `` cauld in ` is heid . '' `` Ye 're an auld dog , Bobby , an ' ye canna deny it .