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I dreamed one nicht that the wraith of our house stood beside my bed and said, 'Ye'll be cursed in love and cursed in war, and die a bloody death at the hand of traitors whom ye trusted." "For God's sake, Maister John, dinna speak like that." And Grimond's voice, hard man though he was, was nigh the breaking. "It's no chancy, what ye say micht come to pass if ye believe it.
Donal was across in a moment, for here the water was nowhere over a foot or two in depth. "Oh, Donal! you've wet your feet!" cried Ginevra. Donal laughed. "What ill 'ill that dee me, mem?" "None, I hope," said Ginny; "but it might, you know." "I micht hae been droont," said Donal. "Nicie," said Ginny, with dignity, "your brother is laughing at me." "Na, na, mem," said Donal, apologetically.
Then, whan we were snug aboard the vessel, guidness only kens hoo mony miles we went afore we cam' fornenst the city o' Halifax, for we were three days on the michty ocean, at the mercy o' ony storm that micht come alang unawares.
Maybe I was a bit ower happy for ony tune i' the tune-buiks, an' bude to hae ane 'at cam o' 'tsel'!" "An' what wad mak ye sae happy gien a body micht speir?" asked Elspeth, peeping from under long lashes, with a shy, half frightened, sidelong glance at the youth.
Albert Chevalier or oh, I micht as weel say it like old Harry Lauder! comes on! And then Mr. Andrews, too often, goes stiffly through a scene from a play, or gives a dramatic recitation. In its place what he does would be splendid, and would be splendidly received. The trouble, too often, is that he does not realize that he must work to please this new audience.
To keep a shepherd incapacitated by age and liable to lose a flock in a snow-storm, was to invite ruin. And presently the man showed, unwittingly, how sweet a kernel the heart may lie under the shell of sordid necessity. "I didna ken the auld man was fair ill or he micht hae bided at the fairm an' tak'n 'is ain time to dee at 'is ease."
Ye micht as weel try to pass the Brig o' Dread, my Leddie. Yer bonnie body wad be fund a corpse wi' the mornin's licht, an' Cockburn, pardoned by the king maybe, micht greet owre't. Besides, ye should be here. A woman's voice turns awa meikle wrath." "Away, then, yourself, good Thomas! I believe your counsel is good. Heaven speed the message!
"As far 's I can gang wi' a clean conscience, I'll gang, no ae step ayont," said Malcolm. "You mean to say your judgment is a safer guide than mine?" "No, my lord; I micht weel follow yer lordship's jeedgment, but gien there be a conscience i' the affair, it's my ain conscience I'm bun' to follow, an' no yer lordship's, or ony ither man's.
'My mither, than? suggested Shargar, with hesitation. 'Ye maun haud yer face to the fac'. 'Ay, ay. But gin they said onything, ye ken aboot her. 'Gin ony man-body says a word agen yer mither, ye maun jist knock him doon upo' the spot. 'But I michtna be able. 'Ye could try, ony gait. 'He micht knock me down, ye ken. 'Weel, gae doon than. 'Ay.
Mony a time, Sanders, I hae said to mysel, 'There's a lass ony man micht be prood to tak. A'body says the same, Sanders, There's nae risk ava, man: nane to speak o'. Tak her, laddie, tak her, Sanders; it's a grand chance, Sanders. She's yours for the spierin'. I'll gie her up, Sanders." "Will ye, though?" said Sanders. "What d'ye think?" asked Sam'l. "If ye wid rayther," said Sanders politely.
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