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'Sithee! hoo's getten her yers pierced, said a loudly-dressed girl, a weaver at the factory in the vale. 'Yi; an' hoo wears droppers an' o', replied the friend whom she addressed. 'Ey! haa hoo does pinch, critically remarked Libby Eastwood, the dressmaker of the village.
With a spasm in his throat Matt was about to ask what it was that was all over; but he was forestalled by old Malachi's wife, who, pushing her head through the staircase doorway into the room, cried: 'It's a lad, Matt, and a fine un an' o'! 'Hang th' lad! cried Matt; 'how's Miriam? 'Come and see for thisel; hoo's bin waitin' for thee this hawve haar.
But thaa knows hoo's fretted and prayed and worrited hersel a deal abaat thee for mony a year. And if hoo deed afore th' child were born we sud ne'er forgive aarsels. 'Thaa'rt mebbe reet, lad. It'll pleaz her to know, and hoo's bin a good mother to thee. 'Yi. Hoo's often said as if hoo could nobbud be a gron'mother hoo'd say, as owd Simeon said, "Mine een hev sin Thy salvation."
"Is't yersel, Eppie?" he said at last. "It's a' that," said Eppie. "Hoo's a' wi' ye?" asked Sam'l. "We're juist aff an' on," replied Eppie, cautiously. There was not much more to say, but as Sam'l sidled off the hen-house, he murmured politely, "Ay, ay." In another minute he would have been fairly started, but Eppie resumed the conversation.
In a moment reputation and propriety were forgotten in what he felt were the claims of a mother's heart and the sufferings of an erring soul. 'Ay, Mr. Penrose, I'm some fain to see yo', cried the poor woman, as the minister walked up the garden-path. 'Amanda's baan fast, and hoo sez 'at it's all dark. And then, seizing Mr. Penrose's hand, she cried: 'Yo' durnd think hoo's damned, dun yo'?
'A set o' hizzies, growled the amiable Archie to himself, 'prancin' alang wi' their gew-gaws an' fine claes, like war horses the daughters o' Zion that walk wi' mincin' steps an' tinklin' ornaments. 'How do you do? said Vandeloup, touching the broadcloth shoulder; upon which McIntosh turned. 'Lord save us! he ejaculated, grimly, 'it's yon French body. An' hoo's a' wi' ye, laddie?
The rabbits crouched on the sheltered side of the hedges, and then went back into their holes. The larks cowered closer to the earth. Ruin and destruction raged around: in Choo Hoo's camp the ash poles beat against each other, oaks were rent, and his vast army knew no sleep that night.
It's not often hoo's stirred up to notice much. 'My heart revolts within me, and two voices Make themselves audible within my bosom. WALLENSTEIN. On Margaret's return home she found two letters on the table: one was a note for her mother, the other, which had come by the post, was evidently from her Aunt Shaw covered with foreign post-marks thin, silvery, and rustling.
He found she was already out of bed, and putting on her clothes. She had not been asleep, she said, and added something obscure, which the laird took to mean that she had been expecting a summons. "Whan Ane's oot, there's nane in!" she said. "Hoo's the auld reprobat, laird an' I beg yer pardon?" "He's gane til's accoont, Grizzie," answered the laird, in a trembling voice.
What gien we never see 'im again! Eh, sirs! it's a terrible thing to be made sae contrairy! What'll come o' me in the neist warl', it wad be hard for onybody to say!" On the evening of the second day, however, while she was "washing up" in the gloomiest frame of mind, in walked Cosmo, and a gentleman after him. "Hoo's my father, Grizzie?" asked Cosmo.
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