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"She is crazy about him, so their general servant of all work tells me. And that lad Charley that looks after the horse is all in a daze about it. The stun-poll has got fond-like of her." "Is she lively is she glad? Going to be married so soon well!" "It isn't so very soon." "No; not so very soon." Wildeve went indoors to the empty room, a curious heartache within him.

"What would you wonder?" "I would wonder how muckle he paid." "But if he was a a minister, and keepit the flower say it was a common rose fond-like on his chimley, what would you think?" "I would think it was a black-burning disgrace for a minister to be fond o' flowers." "I dinna haud wi' that." "Jean," said Haggart, "I allow no one to contradict me." "It wasna my design.

"It's a lie!" cried the outraged Jean. "I just saw the holly this morning in a jug on his chimley." "Carefully put by? Is it hod on the chimley? Does he stand looking at it? Do you tell me he's fond-like o't?" "Mercy me!" Jean exclaimed, beginning to shake; "wha is she, Rob Dow?" "Let me see it first in its jug," Rob answered, slyly, "and syne I may tell you."

"My heart was near breaking wi' woe, but, oh, I was awid they shouldna ken it, and the bravest thing I ever did was to sit through the supper that night, making muckle o' your father, looking fond-like at him, laughing at his coarse jokes, and secretly hating him down to my very marrow a' the time. The crowd got word o' the ongoings, and they took a cruel revenge.

"'He's no to ken about them till they're finished, she says, terrible fond-like. "The words came to my mouth, 'They'll never be finished, and I could hae cursed mysel' for no saying them. I dinna ken how it was, but there was something; pitiful in seeing her take up the mittens and begin working cheerily at one, and me kenning all the time that they would never be finished.

Leeby asked her mother. "Juist what I expeckit," Jess answered. "Ye see she's dependent on Jeames, so she has to butter up at 'im." "Did she say onything aboot haudin' the wife's hand sae fond-like?" "Ay, she said it was an awfu' trial to her, an' 'at it sickened her to see Jeames an' the wife baith believin' 'at she likit to do't."

"Weel, Jamie, the crittur, took it oot o' his pouch an' kind o' hesitated. Syne he lays't on the back o' the fire, an' they sat thegither glowerin' at it. "'Noo, mother, he says, 'you're satisfied, are ye no'? "Ay," Leeby ended her story, "she said she was satisfied. But she saw 'at he laid it on the fire fell fond-like." "Juist another sax nichts, Jamie," Jess would say, sadly.

You're ay lookin' at me sae fond-like 'at I dinna ken what wy to turn." "Weel, I canna help it," said Leeby, probably beginning to whimper. If Jamie was in a very bad temper he left her, after this, to her own reflections; but he was naturally soft-hearted. "Am no tellin' ye no to care for me," he told her, "but juist to keep it mair to yersel. Naebody would ken frae me 'at am fond o' ye."