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'It wad ill become us, ony gait, said her father, 'nae to gie him shelter for your sake, Mrs. Faukner, no to mention ither names, sin' it's yer wull to mak the puir lad ane o' the family. They say his ain mither's run awa' an' left him. ''Deed she's dune that. 'Can ye mak onything o' 'im? 'He's douce eneuch. An' Robert says he does nae that ill at the schuil. 'Weel, jist fess him wi' ye.
I leave you behind, Howard, because your sister being at court, and your cousin with our notable premier, you will find out every change in the wind you understand. And, I say, Howard, don't think I forget your kindness! you know that no man ever served me in vain! Oh, there's that horrid little Douce behind you, tell them to drive on!" HEARD you that? What prodigy of horror is disclosing?
"Ah, douce, if there were a market for the exchange of such commodities, what a roaring trade would be done there! I never loved a woman yet but she offered me her life, or an instalment of it." "I have emptied your drawer," laughing coyly. "There is just enough to keep Lewin in good humour till you are well again, and we can be partners at basset."
"Ill-fard, crazy, crack-brained gowk, that she is!" exclaimed the housekeeper, as she saw them depart, "to set up to be sae muckle better than ither folk, the auld besom, and to bring sae muckle distress on a douce quiet family! If it hadna been that I am mair than half a gentlewoman by my station, I wad hae tried my ten nails in the wizen'd hide o' her!"
But the form was indisputable Douce David Deans himself, in his best light-blue Sunday's coat, with broad metal buttons, and waistcoat and breeches of the same, his strong gramashes or leggins of thick grey cloth the very copper buckles the broad Lowland blue bonnet, thrown back as he lifted his eyes to Heaven in speechless gratitude the grey locks that straggled from beneath it down his weather-beaten "haffets" the bald and furrowed forehead the clear blue eye, that, undimmed by years, gleamed bright and pale from under its shaggy grey pent-house the features, usually so stern and stoical, now melted into the unwonted expression of rapturous joy, affection, and gratitude were all those of David Deans; and so happily did they assort together, that, should I ever again see my friends Wilkie or Allan, I will try to borrow or steal from them a sketch of this very scene.
"Man!" said the Paymaster in English, looking whimsically at this childish expression of surprise. "Man! you're a queer callant too. Are there no curlews about Ladyfield that you should be in such a wonder at this one? Just a plain, long-nebbed, useless bird, not worth powder and shot, very douce in the plumage, and always at the same song like MacNicol the Major."
Car waiting. Wait. Hello. Where off to? Something to eat? I too was just. In here. What, Ormond? Best value in Dublin. Is that so? Diningroom. Sit tight there. See, not be seen. I think I'll join you. Come on. Richie led on. Bloom followed bag. Dinner fit for a prince. Miss Douce reached high to take a flagon, stretching her satin arm, her bust, that all but burst, so high.
Ve did finish de bones, and vosh down all mid ver good wine excellent! Ve drink de toast a la gloire and we talk of de campaign. Ve drink a la Patrie, and den I tink of la belle France and ma douce amie and he fissel, 'Got safe de king. Ve den drink a l'amitie, and shek hands over dat fire in good frainship dem two hands that might cross de swords in de morning.
You all know that, and act upon it when you have to deal with a man for sixpence; but your religious dogmas, which make out that everyman comes into the world equally brutish and fiendish, make you afraid to confess it. I don't quarrel with a "douce" man like you, with a large organ of veneration, for following your bent. But if I am fiery, with a huge cerebellum, why am I not to follow mine?
Douce, in one of the most splendid villas, and off some of the most splendid plate it had ever been his fortune to witness and to envy! so that the little favour he was about to ask was but a slight return for Lord Vargrave's condescension. He found the banker in his private sanctum, his carriage at the door; for it was just four o'clock, an hour in which Mr.
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