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I was na mair than five minutes before I saw his lairdship coming o'er the brig toward the house. And sune his lairdship came into the inn, and I made my bow, and offered his lairdship the wedding-gift, wi' my maister's respectful guid wishes. His lairdship smiled pleasantly, and tauld me to fetch it after him up to his chamber.
"The people have sinned, and the heathen are the instruments whereby the Lord hath willed to chastise them," said the messenger, with that peculiar nasal inflection of voice, so characteristic of the "unco' guid."
"I I should hae kent better, that nae guid could come oot o' it I was just carried awa'. Dinna ever blame lasses nor men either, when things happen. They they canna help themsel's " and here again she paused for breath, gasping and fighting at every word. "It's a' a mistake, Rob, an' I think it's a' in the way folk look at thae things." Another pause, while her chest heaved and panted.
"Guid wark is far better than quick wark," observed the cool-headed Scotchman, as he moved about among the men, "and it's no the fuss and bustle of acteevity that is to give the captain pleasure. The thing that is well done, is done with the least noise and confusion. Set the stockades mair pairpendic'lar, my men." "Ay dress them, too, my lads" added the venerable ex-serjeant.
"Ye s' hae't for the saxpence an' a guid bargain tu, for ane o' sic dimensions!"
My puir lad, dinna tak' things to heart. She's a guid lass what should onybody ken aboot her that I do not ken? Laddie, stop greetin' Patsy would be terrible angry if she kenned I telled ye but she wants ye to be a strong man 'a leader and not a follower. Says she, 'I shall never care for a man that I can maister." "Then she will never care for me," mourned poor Louis.
I could smell the stable-manure that clung to his shoes. "God has been guid to ye, ma'am!" he said in a rapt voice, which was little more than an awed whisper. But it was more his eyes, with the uncanny light in them making them shine like a dog's, that brought me to my feet.
He was a beadle in the U.F. Kirk at Kirkcaple, a dacent man wi' a wife and dochter, an' by some queer chance they came into a heap o' siller, an' a hoose a mansion hoose, ye ken. They never did mair guid, puir bodies. The hoose was that big that the only kinda cosy place they could see to sit in was the butler's pantry, an' they took to drink, fair for want o' anything else to dae.
Frederick the Great, when his fellows were rather hanging back in the crisis of a battle, stung them with the biting taunt, "Do you wish to live for ever?" If his descendant of the present day were to address the same question to the seniors of Speyside, they would probably reply, "Your Majesty, we ken that we canna live for ever; but, faith, we mak' a gey guid attempt!"
Hob marching with Clem and Dand. "You're shürely fey, lass!" quoth Dandie. "Think shame to yersel', miss!" said the strident Mrs. Hob. "Is this the gait to guide yersel' on the way hame frae kirk? You're shürely no sponsible the day! And anyway I would mind my guid claes." "Hoot!" said Christina, and went on before them, head in air, treading the rough track with the tread of a wild doe.
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