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She was juist seven past when she was taen awa'; an' when I meet her again, I wud like her to be juist the same bonnie bit lassokie that cam' in wi' her pawlie that Setarday efternune an' tell'd me she had a sair heid the henmist sair heid ever she was genna hae.
"Ye 'ill find ma mither's Bible on the drawers' heid, but ye 'ill need tae come close tae the bed, for a'm no hearin' or seein' sae weel as a' wes when ye cam." Drumsheugh put on his spectacles and searched for a comfortable Scripture, while the light of the lamp fell on his shaking hands and the doctor's face, where the shadow was now settling.
"Really, ma'am, one would think you were my grandmother, to hear you order my affairs for me." "I wuss I war, my lord: I sud gar ye hear risson upo' baith sides o' yer heid, I s' warran'." The marquis laughed. "Well, I can't stand here all day," he said, impatiently swinging one leg. "I'm weel awaur o' that, my lord," answered Miss Horn, rearranging her scanty skirt.
Man, do you ken, I jist felt as if we were a' back in the Bible times again, wi' auld Isaiah thundering oot his charges and tellin' the oppressors o' the people what he thought of them. The white heid o' Hardie maun hae been gey like Isaiah's. Or sometimes it was like John the Baptist, comin' to tell us o' the new world that was ready to dawn for the folk!
For there was Janet comin' doun the clachan, her or her likeness, nane could tell, wi' her neck thrawn, and her heid on ae side, like a body that has been hangit, and a girn on her face like an unstreakit corp.
'Rest, he said, like ane speakin' to 'imsel, 'na, there's nae mair rest for me. I didna weel ken what mair to say to 'im, for he aye stood on, an' I wasna even sure 'at he saw me. He raised his heid when he heard me tellin' the bairn no to tear my wrapper. "'Dinna set yer heart ower muckle on that bairn, he cried oot, sharp like.
Haith, this is no the place for lan'loupers!" "Hae ye been lang aboot the place?" asked Cosmo. "Langer nor ye're like to be, I'm thinkin', gien ye keep na the ceeviler tongue i' yer heid, my man Whaur come ye frae?" The old man had dropt his spade; Cosmo took it up, and began to dig. "Lay doon that spaud," cried its owner, and would have taken it from him, but Cosmo delayed rendition.
'I saw Black Geordie the nicht again, stan'in' at a back door, an' Jock Mitchell, upo' Reid Rorie, haudin' him. 'Wha's Jock Mitchell? asked Robert. 'My brither Sandy's ill-faured groom, answered Shargar. 'Whatever mischeef Sandy's up till, Jock comes in i' the heid or tail o' 't. 'I wonner what he's up till noo. 'Faith! nae guid.
To hae her sittin' here, as she used to sit, her wee heid wi' its soft hair against my knee, an' my haun clappin' it, an' her bonnie een lookin' up at me, as if I was something she aye looket up to, as bein' better than ony living being she ever kenned, wad be mair pleasure for me this minute than if I got a' the money in the world.
"An' will you lat me get a ride on the dickie at the bural, Bawbie?" says Nathan, clawin' his heid throo a hole in his glengairy. "Haud your tongue, laddie," says I; "ye dinna ken what you're speakin' aboot." I gaithered up the claes. There was nae mistakin' them. They were Sandy's!
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