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Aweel, in this strait, he bethought him of the twa or three words o' Latin that he used in making out the town's deeds, and he had nae sooner tried the spirit wi' that, than out cam sic a blatter o' Latin about his lugs, that poor Rab Tull, wha was nae great scholar, was clean overwhelmed. Od, but he was a bauld body, and he minded the Latin name for the deed that he was wanting.
"Chairles," said she, gravely. "Christie," said he, uneasily. "Your mother does na like me. Oh, ye need na deny it; and we are na together as we used to be, my lad." "She is prejudiced; but she has been the best of mothers to me, Christie." "Aweel." "Circumstances compel me to return to England." "Aweel, Chairles, it will no be for lang."
Or stay gudewife, could ye lend this gentleman the gudeman's galloway, and I'll send it ower the Waste in the morning wi' the callant? The galloway was turned out upon the fell, and was swear to catch. 'Aweel, aweel, there's nae help for't, but come up the morn at ony rate.
Ye'Il ken, mebbe, if ye've heard me, that I can sing in English as good as the King's own when I've the mind to do it. I love my native land. I love Scots talk, Scots food, Scots aweel, I was aboot to say something that would only sadden many of my friends in America. Hoots, though mebbe they'll no put me in jail if I say I liked a wee drappie o' Scottish liquor noo and again!
'I suppose I micht as weel jine your lot, said Willie, carelessly. Macgregor drew himself up. 'The 9th H.L.I, doesna accep' onything that offers. 'I'm as guid as you an' I'm bigger nor you. 'Ye're bigger, but ye're peely-wally. Still, Wullie, I wud like fine to see ye in ma company. 'Ye've a neck on ye! Your company! . . . Aweel, come on an' see me dae it.
If my reader has seen and heard Mademoiselle Rachel utter her famous Sortez, in "Virginie," he knows exactly with what a gesture and tone the Johnstone uttered this word. "Hech! what a spite Flucker Johnstone's dochter has taen against us." Christie. "Scairt!" "Aweel! what's a' your paession, my boenny woman?" Christie. "Scairt!" Beeny retired before the thunder and lightning of indignant virtue.
"Yes, so it seems," said the housekeeper. "Aweel then, see here. This letter begins 'My ain dear Wifie, ye mind? 'My ain dear Wifie' and gaes on wi' a lot o' luve, and a' that, whilk I need na read, till ye. And it ends, look here 'Your devoted husband ARONDELLE. There! what do ye think o' that?" "I'm so astonished, ma'am, I don't know what to think."
'Aweel, gudewife, then the less I lee. Sae the lady was wi' bairn at last, and in the night when she should have been delivered there comes to the door of the ha' house the Place of Ellangowan as they ca'd an ancient man, strangely habited, and asked for quarters. His head, and his legs, and his arms were bare, although it was winter time o' the year, and he had a grey beard three- quarters lang.
'Idiot! speak in a word what you want. 'Aweel, aweel. In a word, then, said Peter Peebles, 'I have a warrant on me to apprehend that man that stands there, Alan Fairford by name, and advocate by calling. I bought it from Maister Justice Foxley's clerk, Maister Nicholas Faggot, wi' the guinea that you gied me. 'Ha! said Redgauntlet, 'hast thou really such a warrant? let me see it.
Aweel, in this strait, he bethought him of the twa or three words o' Latin that he used in making out the town's deeds, and he had nae sooner tried the spirit wi' that, than out cam sic a blatter o' Latin about his lugs, that poor Rab Tull, wha was nae great scholar, was clean overwhelmed. Od, but he was a bauld body, and he minded the Latin name for the deed that he was wanting.
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