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Therefore it was probably for some altruistic motive and not love that she had consented to marry van Hert; no shallow, selfish motive he knew well enough, but perhaps some call she had found the courage to answer. But if it was also a sacrifice, an offering of herself and her happiness upon some altar of need, ought he to let her fulfil it?
For I hae seen him noo, and ken him noo the houp o' glory in my hert and my life! Whatever he said ance, that I believe for ever." The talks James Blatherwick and the soutar had together, were now, according to Mr. Robertson, even wonderful. But it was chiefly the soutar that spoke, while James sat and listened in silence.
And to the yondir hil I gan her Bide, Alas! and there I toke of her my leve And yond I saw her to her fathir ride; For sorow of whiche mine hert shall to-cleve; And hithir home I came whan it was eve, And here I dwel, out-cast from ally joie, And steal, til I maie sene her efte in Troie.
Gie the bonnie wee man a kiss, Mr. Blatherwick. Haud him close to ye, sir, and he'll tak the pain oot o' yer heart: aften has he taen 't oot o' mine only it aye cam again! He's yer ain son, sir! He cam to me bringin the Lord's forgiveness, lang or ever I had the hert to speir for 't. Eh, but we maun dee oor best to mak up til God's bairn for the wrang we did him afore he was born!
What gars ye suppose a lass could hae her wull o' me in sic a w'y 's you? No 'at I believe ony lass wad behave like that! It's no like yersel' to fancy sae ill o' yer ain kin'! I'm sure ye didna discover thae things i' yerain hert! There's nae sic a lass." "What maitter whether there be sic a lass or no, sae lang as gien there was ane, she wad be ower muckle for ye?"
'What's wha duin', laddie? returned his grandmother, curtly. 'They're takin' 't doon. 'Takin' what doon? she returned, with raised voice. 'Takin' doon the hoose. The old woman rose. 'Robert, ye may hae spite in yer hert for what I hae dune this mornin', but I cud do no ither.
But there 's lawyers, my lord, to redd the doot." "Her son! You don't mean " "I div mean Ma'colm MacPhail, my lord." "God in heaven!" "His name 's mair i' yer mou' nor i' yer hert, I 'm doobtin', my lord! Ye a' cry oot upo' him the men o' ye whan ye' 're in ony tribble, or want to gar women believe ye! But I 'm thinkin' he peys but little heed to sic prayers."
And it is then perhaps a great politician is marred or made. Perhaps it often depends very much upon the main influence that held sway when the moment came to leave off shouting. That moment had come for van Hert, and he had the perspicacity to perceive it; though whether he would have acted upon his wiser judgment, left entirely to himself, it is impossible to say.
It maks my hert sair to ken 'at no guid will your hert get o' his. He s' no see ye the nicht, ony gait! Phemy uttered a childish howl, but immediately choked it with a proud sob. 'Ye're hurtin me, Kirsty! she said, after a minute or so of silence. 'Lat me doon, and I'll gang straucht hame to my father. I promise ye. 'I'll set ye doon, answered Kirsty, 'but ye maun come hame to my mither.
He dropped on his knees, and, his heart half stifled in the confluence of the tides of love and misery, sighed out between the pulses in his throat: "There's naething I could na tell ye 'at ever I thoucht or did i' my life, my leddy; but it's ither fowk, my leddy! It's like to burn a hole i' my hert, an' yet I daurna open my mou'."
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