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I perceived him to be a person of considerable and perhaps formidable self-control. "Not that she hadn't her friends. The Bonnie Lassie would have stood by her if she had come back, and little Mrs. Morse, and our Dr. Smith, and MacLachan, who thought he had lost his own girl the same way, and and others, plenty." "And you, Dominie," said the hard, pink Mr. Hines.
But they had other matters on hand for their evenings than sitting about in a dim cellar gazing cross-eyed at their own scandalous noses. MacLachan was the first defection. He said that he thought he was going crazy and he knew he was going blind. The Little Red Doctor was unreliable owing to the pressure of professional calls.
"Next week," said Barbran. "What do you think?" said both. Now I know what I ought to have said just as well as MacLachan himself. I should have pointed out the folly and recklessness of marrying on twenty-five dollars a week and a dowry of debts.
My interlocutor promptly and fitly put into words the feeling which had long lurked within my consciousness, ashamed to express itself against a monument of dismal pity such as Bartholomew Storrs. "He's got a nerve!" he asserted. Warming to him for his pithy analysis of character, I enlarged upon my theme. "He rebukes MacLachan for past drunkenness.
"Will ye purtend to deny " "Did I scheme and plot with Cyrus the Gaunt and young Stacey?" MacLachan mumbled something about undue influence. "Did I get arrested?" MacLachan grunted. "In a cellar?" MacLachan snorted. "With my nose painted green?" MacLachan groaned. "There was others," he pleaded.
"I'm not trying to place you," she answered. "Is that quite true?" he mocked. "No; it isn't. It's a downright lie," said Bobbie finding courage to raise her eyes to his. "And now, I suppose, I shall be 'my good man' or something like that, to you." "Do you think it likely?" "You called MacLachan that, you know," he reminded her. "Long ago. When I was when I didn't understand Our Square."
"Losh!" said MacLachan, who invariably reacted in tongue to the stimulus of Scotch whiskey, "they'll a' be closed. Hame an' to bed wi' ye, waster of the priceless hours!" And back he staggered to sleep it off.
Maclachan was, I must say, very obliging and complimentary over my promotion. He gave me Donald to be my sergeant and personal servant, finding him, how I knew not, a horse strong enough to carry him easily. "It is ferra guid," said Donald to his chief. "Er shall pe lookit to as if her were ma mither's own son."
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