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I wantit to see whether ye was richt or wrang; an' as algebra luiket the maist oonlikly thing, I thoucht I wad taikle that, an' sae sattle the queston at ance. But, eh me! I'm sair feart ye was i' the wrang, Cosmo!" "I maun du my best to pruv mysel' i' the richt," returned Cosmo. "I never said onybody cud learn a' o' themsel's, wantin' help, ye ken.
I'm jist in a trimle to think what's to come oot o' 't a'! God only kens! we can but sit still and wait his appearance! What think ye, Jeemie? Whan the Lord was deid upo' the cross, they waitit but twa nichts, and there he was up afore them! here we hae waitit, close on a haill fortnicht and naething even to pruv that she's deid! still less ony sign that ever she'll speyk word til's again!
Missus Mary Swan thats what she calls herself but her richeous name his Mollett and why not seein who is er usban. So no more at presence but will come foward hany day to pruv hall this agin my guvnor becase he arnt doing the thing as is rite and I looks to you Mr.
But the moment fowk says wha I am ye touch na a poun'-not' mair, an' I coont mysel' free to pursue onything I can pruv agane ye." Mrs. Catanach attempted a laugh of scorn, but her face was gray as putty and its muscles declined response. "Ay or no?" said Malcolm. "I winna gar ye sweir, for I wad lippen to yer aith no a hair."
I wadna believe sic an ill thing as that. I dinna think I cud believe 't, gin ye war to pruv 't to me. 'I don't believe it. Nobody could prove that either, even if it were so. I am only miserable that I can't prove the contrary. 'Suppose there war a God, Mr. Do ye think God cud stan' to be pruved as gin he war something sma' eneuch to be turned roon' and roon', and luikit at upo' ilka side?
"And sae what am I to do?" asked Thomas as he finished his tale.�-"I can pruv naething; but I'm certain i' my ain min', kennin' the man's nater, that it was that note he tuik oot o' the Bible." "I'll put the proof o' that same into yer han's, or I'm sair mista'en," said Mr Cupples. "You, Mr Cupples?" "Ay, me, Mr Crann. But maybe ye wadna tak proof frae sic a sinner against sic a sanct.
But the moment fowk says wha I am, ye touch na a poun' note mair, an' I coont mysel' free to pursue onything I can pruv agane ye." Mrs Catanach attempted a laugh of scorn, but her face was grey as putty, and its muscles declined response. "Ay or no," said Malcolm. "I winna gar ye sweir, for I wad lippen to yer aith no a hair."
Pindargrasp its uncommon low water with your umbel servant at this presant moment. And now wat I has to say is this Lady Fits warnt niver my guvnors wife hat all becase why hed a wife alivin has I can pruv and will and shes alivin now number 7 Spinny lane Centbotollfs intheheast. Now I do call that noos worse a Jews high Mr.
But as Malcolm uttered her name, his heart sank within him, for their talk the night he had sought her hospitality for the laird, came back to his memory, burning like an acrid poison. "You can't do better," said Mr Graham. "The report itself may be false or true, and the lady mistaken." "She'll hae to pruv 't weel afore I say haud," rejoined Malcolm. "And suppose she does?"
Florimel saw that she had been driving against a stone wall. She paused a moment, and then resumed. "Anyhow, if she is your mother," she said, "nothing you can do will alter it." "She maun pruv' 't," was all Malcolm's dogged reply. "Just so; and if she can't," said Florimel, "you'll be no worse than you were before and no better," she added with a sigh.
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