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"This that sounds like the rumblings of a subterranean earthquake? Boom! boo-o-om! Like that, nicht wahr?" Diana crimsoned, and, feeling her knees giving way beneath her, sank into the nearest chair, while Baroni continued to stare at her. "Then then you cannot take me as a pupil?" she said faintly. Apparently he did not hear her, for he asked abruptly:
Wull ye coom doon to the library, Miss Warne, when ye're ready? 'Tis the door at the right o' the front entrance. The door on the left is the waitin' room, an' the Doctor does na' keep office hours at nicht." With a fast-beating heart Georgiana set about making ready for that descent to the library. The whole affair was becoming more and more a strain upon her nerves.
We walked along wi' him, and bade him gude nicht at the end of the road that led to his steading. But the poacher was not grateful, for he sent the dogs into one of the farmer's corn fields as soon as he was oot of our sicht. "There's hares in there," he said, "and they're sure to come oot this gate. You watch and nail the hares as they show."
'Hoot! nonsense! He kens naething aboot her. Gang to the door, lassie. Miss Letty obeyed. Preserve 's a'! is't you, my lord? 'Hoo ken ye me, Miss Letty withoot seein' my face? 'A'body at The Boar's Heid kens Black Geordie as weel 's yer lordship's ain sel'. But whaur comes yer lordship frae in sic a nicht as this? 'From Russia. Never dismounted between Moscow and Aberdeen.
There were mony grave folk lang ower their prayers that nicht; but when the morn cam' there was sic a fear fell upon a' Ba'weary that the bairns hid theirsel's, and even the men folk stood and keekit frae their doors.
At last, "Will ye hae's, Bell?" would have dropped from his half-reluctant lips; and Bell would have mumbled, "Ay," with her thumb in her mouth. "Guid nicht to ye, Bell," would be the next remark "Guid nicht to ye, Jeames," the answer; the humble door would close softly, and Bell and her lad would have been engaged.
"What, gone!" said Montaiglon, incapable of restraining his irony. "Not all of them?" "O Lord! but this is the nicht!" cried the little servant who carried the lantern. "I micht hae bided a' my days in Fife and never kent what war was.
Gie Him no rist, day nor nicht, till ye get it. Knock, knock, knock, till it be opened till ye." "Weel, Thomas, ye dinna seem sae happy yersel', efter a'. Dinna ye think ye may be like ane that's tryin' to see the face o' whilk ye speyk throu a crack i' the door, in place o' haein patience till it's opened?" But the suggestion was quite lost upon Thomas, who, after a gloomy pause, went on.
The sound of Meg's voice in round altercation with Jock Gordon, the privileged "natural" or innocent fool of the parish, interrupted this interchange of amenities, which was indeed as friendly and as much looked for between lads and lasses as the ordinary greeting of "Weel, hoo's a' wi' ye the nicht?" which began every conversation between responsible folks.
"Oh the broom, and the bonny yellow broom, The broom o' the Cowden-knowes. "Hech, but she wud lilt that bonnily! "Did ye ever gang listering saumons by nicht? Ou, but it's braw sport, wi' the scars an' the birks a' glowering out blude-red i' the torchlight, and the bonnie hizzies skelping an' skirling on the bank
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