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Oh! if ye saw my distractit faither! He left me just as you cam in, wi' the tears o' sorrow rinnin doun his auld cheeks. Will ye think o't, my dear Murdoch?" "I couldna get the key frae Andrew Todd," said the gratified deacon, "unless I told him an untruth." "A lee for guid has been justified," said the wife.
"But, Sanders, ye canna deny but what your rinnin oot o' the kirk that awfu' day was at the bottom o'd a'." "It was so," said Sanders, bravely. "An' ye used to be fond o' Bell, Sanders." "I dinna deny't." "Sanders, laddie," said Sam'l, bending forward and speaking in a wheedling voice, "I aye thocht it was you she likeit." "I had some sic idea mysel," said Sanders.
To think o' Ma'colm MacPhail turnin' his back upo' them 'at's been freens wi' 'im sin ever he was a wee loonie, rinnin' aboot in coaties!" "Hoot, man! what's gotten intill yer heid?" returned his wife. "It's no Ma'colm; it's the illwully factor. Bide ye till he comes till 's ain, an' Maister Crathie 'll hae to lauch o' the wrang side o' 's mou'."
Noo, of course, it was juist an or'nary day in Dr. Cameron's parish across the burn the burn divides the twa, ye ken. Weel, Davie was a lad for whustlin' he cudna leeve withoot whustlin' but he was gey religious too. Weel, I met Davie that mornin', walkin' awfu' fast, maist rinnin' an' his face was red. "'Whaur micht ye be gaun, Davie? says I, 'naebody ailin'?
"Oh, my! it's awful braw, an' sae weel matched too! I never saw anything sae well done. You're rale weel-off, do ye ken." "My God! What's wrang?" cried Nellie suddenly, gazing from the window with blanched cheeks. "I doot there's been an accident. I heard the bell gang for men three tows a' rinnin', an' I see a lot o' men comin' up the brae. I doot the pit's lowsed."
She vainly endeavoured to stir up Master Colin to remonstrate on his brother's "makin' siccan a fule's bargain wi' yon glaikit lass. My certie, but he'll hae the warst o't, honest man; rinnin' after her, wi' a' her whigmaleries an' cantrips. He'll rue the day that e'er he bowed his noble head to the likes o' her, I'm jalousin."
"Ye maun ken I was at the shirra's the day; for, God help me, I gang about a' gates like the troubled spirit; and wha suld come whirling there in a post-chaise, but Monkbarns in an unco carfuffle now, it's no a little thing that will make his honour take a chaise and post-horse twa days rinnin'." "Well, well; but what is all this to me?" "Ou, ye'se hear, ye'se hear.
Het as he was, he took a kind o' cauld grue in the marrow o' his banes; but up he spak for a' that; an' says he: 'My friend, are you a stranger in this place? The black man answered never a word; he got upon his feet, an' begude to hirsle to the wa' on the far side; but he aye lookit at the minister; an' the minister stood an' lookit back; till a' in a meenute the black man was ower the wa' an' rinnin' for the bield o' the trees.
"But ye mind it came from Katherine first, marryin' wi' Larry Kildene an' rinnin' awa' wi' him," replied Jean. "It was Larry huntit her oot whaur she had been brought for safety." They both sat in silence while Ellen read the letter to the very end. At last, with a long, indrawn sigh, she spoke. "It's no like a lad that could write sic a letter, to perjure his soul. No won'er ye greet, Jean.
It's a bonnie sicht tae see the pure grain fallin' like a rinnin' burn on the corn-room floor, and a glint o' the sun through the window turning it intae gold. "Ye mean," said the minister, "that my study is the threshin' mill, and that some of the chaff has got into the pulpit." "Yir no offended," and Marget's voice trembled.
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