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'And squared the female watcher, interrupted Merton; 'she would assist him in his crazy stratagem. 'Mr. Merton, you've read ower many novels, said the doctor, lapsing into the vernacular. 'Well, your notion is not unthinkable, nor pheesically impossible. She's a queer one, Jean Bower, that waked the corpse, sure enough. However, you'll soon be on the spot, and can examine the case for yourself.
"You shall not die," said Jeanie, with enthusiastic firmness; "say what you like o' me think what you like o' me only promise for I doubt your proud heart that ye wunna harm yourself, and you shall not die this shameful death." "A shameful death I will not die, Jeanie, lass. I have that in my heart though it has been ower kind a ane that wunna bide shame.
If I were my ordinar' I wad hae't in the byre, though I had to kindle Ninemileburn ower Wat's heid." She turned miserably on her pillow and the babe beside her set up a feeble crying. Sim busied himself with re-lighting the peat fire. He knew too well that he would never see the milk-cow till he took with him the price of his debt or gave a bond on harvested crops.
He said something of the duty of my attending the evening service; but added with a causticity natural to him, that "in troth, if folk couldna keep their legs still, but wad needs be couping the creels ower through-stanes, as if they wad raise the very dead folk wi' the clatter, a kirk wi' a chimley in't was fittest for them."
"Ach, himmel! Mein goot friend, what was it I said? I did mean to say you should have de tree quarter for your half, and de one quarter to be my fair half." "No, no, Mr. Dusterdeevil, we will divide equally what we find, like brother and brother. Now, look at this board that I just flung into the dark aisle out o' the way, while Monkbarns was glowering ower a' the silver yonder.
A' the world's fules and how should auld Edie Ochiltree be aye wise? And for the evil let them wha deal wi' Dousterswivel tell whether he gat a grain mair than his deserts." "That may be true, Edie, and yet," said Miss Wardour, "you may have been very wrong." "Weel, weel, we'se no dispute that e'ennow it's about yoursell I'm gaun to speak. Div ye ken what's hanging ower the house of Knockwinnock?"
"Man, man," cried Bogle with passionate earnestness, "dinna gang ower far!" "What the 'ell for?" inquired Johnson, impressed despite himself. "What for?" Bogle's voice dropped to a ghostly whisper. "Has it ever occurred to you, my mannie, what would happen tae the English if Scotland was tae make a separate peace?" And Mr.
"I'm no' sayin' it was the yin or the ither," replied the old precentor, a familiar frosty flavour in his voice, "an' if it was, I'll no' confess it to ony yin but God but I'm misdootin' I was ower hard on the hymes." "What hymns, Archie?" I asked, seeking only to make easier his acknowledgment of error, ever difficult to Scottish lips.
Shoo taks after her dad, that's what's wrang wi' Lizzie. A feckless gowk was Watmough; he couldn't frame to do owt but play t' fiddle i' t' sky-parlour, or sit ower t' fire eatin' fat-shives."
Mrs Forbes and Annie Anderson were sitting together when Mary put her head in at the door and told her mistress that the daughter of Mr Constable, the clothier, wanted to see her. "Why, she's a mere infant, Mary!" exclaimed Mrs Forbes. "'Deed is she, mem; but she's nane the less doon the stair i' the kitchie. Ye wad hae seen her come yersel' but she's ower wee.
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