Ye snooker out o’ feasts o’ fat things

Elizabeth de Bruce. By the author of Clan-Albin. 1827. P. 337

“Keep your grave-howking claws aff me, John Jow,” shrieked Jacobina. -“And for you, ye snooker out o’ feasts o’ fat things; wi’ the wine – the wine on the lees-ye would steek the door o’ the sanctuary on a puir desolate thing! But I’ll go west to the Sourholes, and get a better sermon than ever ye could preach in your life.”-And thus, rushing in her blind rage against the very horns of the altar, off flashed Jacobina, slamming every door after her, and leaving behind a fair proportion of her silken gown-tail as she made her memorable exit .