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But gin lords an' lords' sons will walk afit like ither fowk, wha's to ken them frae ither fowk? 'Well, Miss Naper, he was no lord at all. He was nothing but a factor-body doon frae Glenbucket. 'There was sma' hairm dune than, my lord. I'm glaid to hear 't. But what'll yer lordship hae to yer supper? 'Noo, think o' that! returned the landlady, laughing.
'There's sma' hairm can come to ony man frae the trowth, Phemy! answered Kirsty. 'Set the man afore me, and I'll say word for word intil his face what I'm sayin to you ahint his back. 'Miss Barclay, rejoined Phemy, with a rather pitiable attempt at dignity, 'I can permit no one to call me by my Christian name who speaks ill of the man to whom I am engaged!
But they do little hairm forbye, for they're saft craters, and their teeth canna do muckle ill to the girnell.
It's an awfu'-like place; man! and Geordie began to warm up 'ye can juist smell the sulphur when ye gang in. But I dinna care aboot thae Temperance Soceeities, wi' their pledges an' havers; an' I canna see what hairm can come till a man by takin' a bottle o' guid Glenlivet hame wi' him. I canna bide thae teetotal buddies.
All the party ran forward to see what had become of Jock, whose song had come to so swift a close. Out of the black mass of down-fallen peat there came a strange, pleading voice. "O guid deil, O kind deil, dinna yirk awa' puir Jock to that ill bit puir Jock, that never yet did ye ony hairm, but aye wished ye weel! Lat me aff this time, braw deil, an' I'll sing nae mair ill gangs aboot ye!"
I'd give all the days remaining to me if I could strain ye against my breast with the feeling I had this morn. But there comes that sight. I never shall see the hill again, I never shall see a spot of this island again, without seeing your mouth kissing another man. Go into the tent. God knows I'd die before hairm should come to you. But not to-night can I stay beside you. Or kiss you."
"Noo, my lord," said Malcolm again, as he concluded, "what think ye o' the jeedgment passed?" "Really I have no opinion to give about it," answered the marquis. "I 'm no theologian. I see no harm in the prayer." "Hairm in 't, my lord! It's perfetly gran'! It 's sic a prayer as cudna weel be aiqualt.
"What ploy, Thomas?" asked Alec, with attempted innocence. "Ye ken weel eneuch what ploy I mean, man." "Weel, supposin' I do there's nae that muckle hairm dune, to mak' a wark aboot, surely, Thomas." "Ca' ye that no hairm?" rejoined Thomas, pulling the dead rabbit out of his pocket, and holding it up by the ears. "Ca' ye that no hairm?" he repeated. Alec stared in dismay.
We hae nae veesitors here. There was aince a puir sick man lay twa three months i' the auld tower yont by, a year or twa back, but there's been nae veesitors. They said he was daft, an' I was kind o' feared whiles to gie him his meat. But, oh, he wad be jist a silly auld body that did naebody hairm.
And if the summons should be for yourself, how then?" Haddo was startled out of all composure and the better part of his temper. "What's this of it?" he cried. "I'm no waur than my neebours. I never set up to be speeritual; I never did. I'm a plain, canty creature; godliness is cheerfulness, says I; give me my fiddle and a dram, and I wouldna hairm a flee."
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