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"And, fegs! wi' an aging, sober body like mysel', if he isn't a-picking o' the clover blossoms, he's a-smelling o' them the night," softly soliloquized Andrew, the chauffeur, as he listened to that halcyon song around the Pinnacle blaze feeling barred out of Clover Land himself, as he lay among the ferns, because of the "one sair memory", the whiff of heather ever and anon wafted to his nostrils, as it seemed, from the grave of a fifteen-year-old lassie away back in Scotland.
'Preserve's a'! cried Rob; but or he could say anither word, butt the house, scushlin in her bauchles, comes Nancy, rinnin', an' opens the door wi' a scraich: 'Preserve's a'! quo' she, 'Robert, the lum's in a low! An' fegs! atween the twa reeks, to sunder them, there was nothing but Nancy hersel.
Telling wi' mun, a bit. Oh dear, dear, dear!" "Has he killed him?" cried poor Rose. "No, fegs, no! kecking mun, kecking mun, so hard as ever was futeball! Goodness, Father, who did ever? If a haven't kecked mun right into river, and got on mun's horse and rod away!" And so saying, down she came again. "And now then, my dear life, us be better to goo hoom and get you sommat warm.
He had better not to speak to me, unless he is in love with gaol and gallows." "Well, your worship," said the steward, "I expect that is what he does want, for he swears he will not leave the gate till he has seen you." "Seen me? Halidame! he shall see me, here and at Launceston too, if he likes. Bring him in." "Fegs, Sir Richard, we are half afeard. With your good leave "
Josiah Kettle is a hypocrite, and I hae telled him so to his face not once, but a score of times. He has robbed the widow. He has impoverished the orphan. Fegs, if I were a man, I could not keep my hands off him, and, 'deed, I have hard enough work as it is. If there was a man about the house worth his salt " "Forgive your enemies " suggested my grandfather, "do good "
"It's all covered with young pine trees and just a few, very few, tall silvery birches. Not rough and rocky as it is this side!" glancing shiveringly down the precipice. "Not another Deev's Chair in sight, I'll be hoping fegs!" muttered Andrew, picking up a basket which he had carried from the automobile up the low mountainside, and in the late emergency had set down.
"My certy! but 'twas pretty to see yon merle, though!" he murmured, having restored the kettle to sanity. "Fine it minded me, ma'am, o' the time when I was a boy, huntin' like a nickum for the nests o' mavis an' merle blackbird an' thrush when I'd rise 'wi' lark an' light! Fegs!"
The Padre had said "What ho, i' fegs?" during the tumult, but his voice had been drowned by the rattling of the dried apricots. The Member of the Order of the British Empire stepped free of the provisions that bumped round her, and examined them through her glasses. Diva crammed the last jumble into her mouth and disposed of it with the utmost rapidity.
"Iss, fegs; and so mun very nearly did," answered the captain; "indeed, if it hadn't ha' been for young Garge Saint Leger who, bein' out of his time, I've made pilot in place of poor Matthews, who was killed in a bout wi' the Barbary rovers on our outward voyage he'd ha' had us, sure as pigs baint nightingales.
"Fried bacon and coffee yes ripping!" was the reply as Alf began to move, being inspired to haste by the odour that proceeded from the camp-fire beyond the tent, where Haggis was busy cooking. Mackintosh gave a snort of assumed contempt. "Bacon and coffee! Who thinks o' bacon and coffee on a morning like this? Fegs! but have you no' ears for the birds, nor nostrils for the scents of Nature?
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