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"Hoot, my leddy! its a coamplement to the biggest blast 'at ever blew to be compairt till an auld man like him. I'm ower used to them to min' them muckle mysel', 'cep' to fecht wi' them. But whan I watch the seagoos dartin' like arrowheids throu' the win', I sometimes think it maun be gran' for the angels to caw aboot great flags o' wings in a mortal warstle wi' sic a hurricane as this."
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Not discouraged by her inspection of his hands, black as they were, Miss St. John continued, 'But what would your grandmother say? she asked. 'She maun ken naething aboot it, mem. I can-not tell her a'thing. She wad greit an' pray awfu', an' lock me up, I daursay. Ye see, she thinks a' kin' o' music 'cep' psalm-singin' comes o' the deevil himsel'. An' I canna believe that.
"What gien I dinna tell ye, Grizzie?" he returned, willing to rouse her with a little teazing. "That's as ye see proper, sir," she answered. "Naebody has a richt to say til anither 'Whaur got ye that? 'cep' they doobt ye hae been stealin'." It was a somewhat strange answer, but there was no end to the strange things Grizzie would say: it was one of her charms!
"Y'see, what I meant was," he said, with a troubled frown of intense concentration, "maybe you know about kids. I didn't mean offense, I sure didn't. Everybody knows our Birdie to be jest a straight, up-standin', proper gal, who wouldn't hurt nobody, nor nuthin', 'cep' it was a buzzin' fly around the supper hash.
"Ye revive an auld custom, my lord," returned his hostess, not without sign of gratification, " clean oot o' fashion noo-a-days, excep' amang the semple. A laird's wife has no richt to be ca'd MY LEDDY,'cep' by auncient custom." "Oh, if you come to that," returned his lordship, "three fourths of the titles in use are merely of courtesy.
So so, I'll cut out the wash-trough." "You most generally do," said Toby pleasantly. "You ain't comic 'cep' when you're feedin'," retorted Sunny, nettled. Then he turned to Minky, just as the doorway of the store was darkened by the advent of Sandy Joyce. But he glanced back in the newcomer's direction and nodded. Then he went on immediately with his talk.
She don't do much 'cep' drift. There ain't an anchor made 'll hold her. . . . When the smoke puffs up in little rings like that, Dad's studyin' the fish. Ef we speak to him now, he'll git mad. Las' time I did, he jest took an' hove a boot at me." Disko Troop stared forward, the pipe between his teeth, with eyes that saw nothing.
"Hoots, Grizzie, wuman!" he said, "was na ye jist tellin' me no to heed him a hair? An' no ae hair wad I heed him,'cep' it wad gie ony rist til's puir wan'erin' sowl." "I but thoucht the thing worth a thoucht, laird," said Grizzie, humbly and apologetically; and with a kind "Guid nicht to ye, laird," turned away, and went up the stairs to her room.
But ef it's so, jest take two thinks 'fore settin' your six foot o' body on a saddle built fer a feller o' five foot one. It ain't reason'ble, an' it's dangerous. It's most like tryin' to do that as isn't, never wus, and ain't like to be, an' if it did, wouldn't amount to a heap anyway, 'cep' it's a heap o' foolishness." Tresler laughed. "All right.
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