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That top one contains the fathers deal gently with it; and the Reformation divines are just below it. I do believe there is a certain life in them, and . . . and . . . they don't like being ill-used," and Jeremiah looked wistfully at the ploughmen. "Div ye mean tae say," as soon as Mains had recovered, "that ye 've brocht naethin' for the manse but bukes, naither bed nor bedding?
"Jean's duds i' my Grizel's drawers! A lik'ly thing!" "Hm! They war puir Miss Cam'ell's, war they?" "They war Grizell Cam'ell's drawers as lang she had use for ony; but what for ye sud say puir till her, I dinna ken, 'cep' it be 'at she's gane whaur they haena muckle 'at needs layin' in drawers. That's neither here nor there. Div ye tell me 'at Jean was intromittin' wi thae drawers?
For his own protection and to remove any false impression there might be in the public mind, General Ernst issued the following proclamation, which was printed in both English and Spanish: "Headquarters 1st Brigade, 1st Div., 1st Army Corps, Camp Near Coamo, Porto Rico, September 3, 1898.
In his astonishment Bartja had, half involuntarily, allowed himself to be led away, but when he heard this he stood still, called his friends and said "Croesus says he met me an hour ago in the hanging-gardens, you know that since the sun set I have not been away from you. Give your testimony, that in this case an evil Div must have made sport of our friend and his companions."
'Lord, and they ca' ye an idiot, div they! exclaimed Marion Barclay. 'Weel, be ye or no, ye're ane o' the babes in wha's mooth he perfecteth praise! 'He'll du that some day, maybe! answered Steenie. 'But! eh, Steenie, pursued his mother, 'ye winna gang the nicht!
Against this garbling of my report done by the President's own order I strongly demurred; and this emphatic protest marks the beginning of Mr. Johnson's well-known personal hostility toward me. "MAJOR-GENERAL P. H. SHERIDAN, "Commanding Mil. Div. of the Gulf, "New Orleans, La.
These last words broke audibly from him as his head went down almost to his knees. A hand was placed on his shoulder as a flake of snow falls on the water. It was Christie Johnstone, radiant, who had glided in unobserved. "What's wrang wi' ye, my lad?" "The sun is gone to the Devil, for one thing." "Hech! hech! ye'll no be long ahint him; div ye no think shame."
A' the world's fules and how should auld Edie Ochiltree be aye wise? And for the evil let them wha deal wi' Dousterswivel tell whether he gat a grain mair than his deserts." "That may be true, Edie, and yet," said Miss Wardour, "you may have been very wrong." "Weel, weel, we'se no dispute that e'ennow it's about yoursell I'm gaun to speak. Div ye ken what's hanging ower the house of Knockwinnock?"
"Fwhat div yez mane?" interrogated the Irishman evidently puzzled to interpret the other's speech. "We kin leave all them fixing in Morming City." "But will the thrain be afther thravellin' that way? Shure ye don't know that." "Certing it will. A putty consid'able pert o' it air made up o' Mormings; an' they'll be boun' to the Salt Lake. We kin foller them an' drop t'other.
After TAMMAS had finished boring half-a-dozen holes in the old sow with his sarcastic eye, he looked up, and addressed HENDRY MCQUMPHA. "HENDRY," he said, "ye ken I'm a humorist, div ye no?" HENDRY scratched the old sow meditatively, before he answered. "Ou ay," he said, at length. "I'm no saying 'at ye're no a humorist.
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