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"Weel, neibor Deans, ye ken best; but I maun say that, I am sure you are glad to see my bairn again the halt's gane now, unless he has to walk ower mony miles at a stretch; and he has a wee bit colour in his cheek, that glads my auld een to see it; and he has as decent a black coat as the minister; and" "I am very heartily glad he is weel and thriving," said Mr.
Deans, with a gravity that seemed intended to cut short the subject; but a woman who is bent upon a point is not easily pushed aside from it. "And," continued Mrs. Butler, "he can wag his head in a pulpit now, neibor Deans, think but of that my ain oe and a'body maun sit still and listen to him, as if he were the Paip of Rome."
"Woman!" reiterated Deans, "either speak about what ye ken something o', or be silent; I say that independency is a foul heresy, and anabaptism a damnable and deceiving error, whilk suld be rooted out of the land wi' the fire o' the spiritual, and the sword o' the civil magistrate." "Weel, weel, neibor, I'll no say that ye mayna be right," answered the submissive Judith.
"You're here to do what I tell you, and make no remarks," added the factor. "I'm awaur o' that, sir within certain leemits," returned Malcolm. "What do you mean by that?" "I mean within the leemits o' duin' by yer neibor as ye wad ha'e yer neibor du by you that's what I mean, sir." "I've told you already that doesn't apply in horse dealing.
We maun be honest i' that as weel's i' corn or herrin', or onything ither 'at 's coft an' sell't atween man an' his neibor." "There's one commandment, my lad," said Mr Crathie, with the dignity of intended rebuke, "you seem to find hard to learn, and that is, to mind your own business." "Gien ye mean catchin' the herrin', maybe ye're richt," said the youth.
At first, in he seemed rather silent than dissatisfied; and it was not till Judith had essayed the subject more than once that it led to the following dialogue. "Aweel, neibor Deans, I thought ye wad hae been glad to see Reuben amang us again, poor fellow." "I am glad, Mrs. Butler," was the neighbour's concise answer.
"Weel, neibor Deans, ye ken best; but I maun say that, I am sure you are glad to see my bairn again the halt's gane now, unless he has to walk ower mony miles at a stretch; and he has a wee bit colour in his cheek, that glads my auld een to see it; and he has as decent a black coat as the minister; and " "I am very heartily glad he is weel and thriving," said Mr.
I'm thinkin' 'at, gien a' was richt 'ithin me, gien I lo'ed my neibor as the Lord wad hae them 'at lo'ed Him lo'e ilk ane his brither, I micht be better able to pray amang them ay, i' the verra face o' the bargainin' an' leein' a' aboot me."
Deans, with a gravity that seemed intended to cut short the subject; but a woman who is bent upon a point is not easily pushed aside from it. "And," continued Mrs. Butler, "he can wag his head in a pulpit now, neibor Deans, think but of that my ain oe and a'body maun sit still and listen to him, as if he were the Paip of Rome."
At first, in he seemed rather silent than dissatisfied; and it was not till Judith had essayed the subject more than once that it led to the following dialogue. "Aweel, neibor Deans, I thought ye wad hae been glad to see Reuben amang us again, poor fellow." "I am glad, Mrs. Butler," was the neighbour's concise answer.
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