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'Haud to that, Dauvid, and hand me till't: we kenna what's comin! 'The wull o' God's comin, insisted David. 'But eh, he added, 'I'm concernt for puir Maister Craig! 'Weel, lat's awa hame and see whether the twa bena there afore 's! Eh, but the sicht o' the bonny corp maun hae gien Steenie a sair hert! I wudna won'er gien he never wan ower't i' this life!
I call upo' ilk ane o' ye 'at has a frien' or a neebor down yonner, to rise up an' taste nor bite nor sup mair till we gang up a'thegither to the fut o' the throne, and pray the Lord to lat's gang and du as the Maister did afore 's, and beir their griefs, and cairry their sorrows doon in hell there; gin it maybe that they may repent and get remission o' their sins, an' come up here wi' us at the lang last, and sit doon wi' 's at this table, a' throuw the merits o' oor Saviour Jesus Christ, at the heid o' the table there.
"We daurna fling 't i' the fire. "Na, na. Lat ye 't sit," returned Mr Cupples. "I wad be clean affrontit gin I cudna see and forbear. Ye may jist pit it into the press though. A body needna lay burdens grievous to be borne upo' himsel' mair nor upo' ither fowk. Noo, lat's hae a game o' cribbage, to haud's ohn thocht aboot it." They played two or three games.
"I assure ye!" said Hookey. "Sal," said Hendry, even more charmed, "Dite's done weel." "Lat's see her in a better licht," said Tammas. He stood up and examined the photograph narrowly, while Pete fidgeted with his legs. "Fairish," said Tammas at last. "Ou, ay; no what I would selec' mysel, but a dainty bit stocky! Ou, a tasty crittury! ay, an' she's weel in order. Lads, she's a fine stoot kimmer."
Jist open the door, mem, gien ye please, an lat's hae a keek intill 't." "I daren't open it. It's never opened, I tell you. It's against the rules of the house. Come to my room, and I'll tell you the story about it." "Weel, ye 'll lat me see intil the neist winna ye? There's nae law agane openin' hit is there?" said Malcolm, approaching the door next to the one in dispute.
"Ow! naething but a bit sang that I cam' upo' the ither day i' the neuk o' an auld newspaper." "Lat's hear't," said Peter. "Sing't, Rory. Ye're better kent for a guid sang than for settin' socks." "I canna sing 't, for I dinna ken the tune o' 't. I only got a glimp' o' 't, as I tell ye, in an auld news." "Weel, say't, than. Ye're as weel kent for a guid memory, as a guid sang."
Thomas drew the plaid over her head, took her hand, which was swallowed up in his, and after a solemn pause, spoke thus: "O Lord, wha dwellest in the licht inaccessible, whom mortal eye hath not seen nor can see, but who dwellest with him that is humble and contrite of heart, and liftest the licht o' thy coontenance upo' them that seek it, O Lord," here the solemnity of the appeal gave way before the out-bursting agony of Thomas's heart "O Lord, dinna lat's cry in vain, this thy lammie, and me, thine auld sinner, but, for the sake o' him wha did no sin, forgive my sins and my vile temper, and help me to love my neighbour as mysel'. Lat Christ dwell in me and syne I shall be meek and lowly of heart like him.
"Weel, ye sudna ha' gane near them again," persisted the little woman. "Wha kent but they kent whaur I cam frae?" persisted the laird. "Sit ye doon, sir, an' lat's hae a word aboot it," said Malcolm cheerily. The laird cast a doubting look at Phemy. "Ay, sit doon," said Phemy.
'Dinna be aye flingin' a man's fau'ts in 's face. It jist maks him 'at he canna, bide himsel' or you eyther. Lat's see the bonny crater. Robert complied, for he too was anxious. They were now standing in the space in front of Shargar's old abode, and there was no one to be seen. Elshender took the box, opened it carefully, and peeped in with a face of great apprehension.
In the inadvertence of grief, she ran into the shop. "What hae ye gotten there, lassie?" said Bruce, as sharply as if she might have stolen it. "Mr Cowie gave me his Bible, 'cause he's dein' himsel', and doesna want it ony langer," answered Annie. "Lat's luik at it." Annie gave it up with reluctance. "It's a braw buik, and bonnie buirds though gowd an' purple maitters little to the Bible.
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