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Gien ye had a score o' idiot-brithers, ye wud care mair for ilk are o' them nor for me! I canna bide to think o' 't. 'It's true a' the same, whether ye can bide to think o' 't or no, Francie! returned the girl, her face, which had been very pale, now rosy with indignation. 'My Steenie's mair to me nor a' the Gordons thegither, Bow-o'-meal or Jock-and-Tam as ye like!
He put out his hand and took them gently, with a look of sadness but no surprise. "Dinna think I hae been readin' them, Sandy Graham. Na, na! I wad read nae honest man's letters, be they written to wha they micht." Mr Graham was silent. "Ye're a guid man, Sandy Graham," Miss Horn resumed, "gien God ever took the pains to mak ane.
"Come, Aggie," he said abruptly, "I want to ken what for Grizzie was in sic a terror aboot her pock last nicht. I'm thinkin' I hae a richt to ken." "I wish ye wadna speir," returned Aggie, after but a moment's pause. "Aggie," said Cosmo, "gien ye tell me it's nane o' my business, I winna speir again."
"Gien I cudna lippen my Donal till's ain company an' the hunger for better, I wad begin to doobt wha made the warl'," said his mother; and Donal's face flushed with pleasure at her confidence. "Na, he maun get a garret roomie some gait i' the toon, an' there haud till's buik; an ye'll lat Gibbie gang an' see him whiles whan he can be spared.
'I'll hae jist this ae nicht mair oot upo' the hill, and syne the morn I'll come hame to the hoose, and see gien I can help my mither, or maybe my father. That's what the bonny man wud like best, I'm sure.
Gibbie, who had thrown himself down on the other bank, and lay listening, at once detected the change in the tone of his utterance, and before he ceased had concluded that he was not reading them, and that they were his own. Rin, burnie! clatter; To the sea win: Gien I was a watter, Sae wad I rin. Blaw, win', caller, clean! Here an' hyne awa': Gien I was a win', Wadna I blaw!
"What are ye efter, Janet?" he said, shouting through the wind from a few yards off, by no means sorry to stand for a moment, although any recovering of his breath seemed almost hopeless in such a tempest. "I want to lay my umbrell in safity," answered Janet, " gien I cud but perceive a shuitable spot. Ye was richt, Robert, it's mair w'alth nor I can get the guid o'."
"Gien ane o' ye muv han' or fit, I'll brain him wi' 's ain stick," he cried, as he wrenched a cudgel from the grasp of one of them. Then catching up a lantern, and hurrying behind the projecting rock "Haste ye, an' come," he shouted. "The w'y 's clear, but only for a meenute." Florimel appeared, and Malcolm got her down. "Mind that fellow," cried the marquis from above.
But jist think what a gran' place it wad be to bide in!" The marquis burst out laughing. "A grand place for gulls and kittiwakes and sea crows!" he said. "But where is it, pray, that a fisherman like you gets such extravagant notions? How do you come to think of such things?" "Thoucht's free, my lord. Gien a thing be guid to think, what for sudna a fisher lad think it?
The beggar followed it eagerly with his eyes until it disappeared between the Cape of Gien and the first of the islands of Hyeres, then as the white apparition vanished he sighed deeply, let his head fall into his hands, and remained motionless and absorbed in his reflections until the tramplings of a cavalcade made him start; he looked up, shook back his long black hair, as if he wished to get rid of the gloomy thoughts which were overwhelming him, and, looking at the entrance to the gorge from whence the noise came, he soon saw two riders appear, who were no doubt well known to him, for, drawing himself up to his full height, he let fall the stick he was carrying, and folding his arms he turned towards them.
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