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It feels sort of company, you know, an' minds me of old times; but you'll not understand what I mean, Sall." "No, because I've no old times to mind about," said Sally, with a peculiar smile. "May I go with you, father?" "Of course you may. Come along, lass." Adams held out his strong hand. Sally put her peculiarly small one into it, and the two went slowly up the mountain-track together.
Troth! the quean is not ill-favoured; but ye ha' lost a gude day's sport, Count, forbye ither losses which we sall na particularize. We hae had a noble flight at the heron, and anither just as guid after the bustard. God's santy! the run the lang-leggit loon gave us.
James, "you, who have read Hume until you've half convinced us all to be free-thinkers, you'd have your daughter as well educated as yourself?" "Hersel'," said Jamie, meaning himself, "hersel' may go to ta deevil if he wull; ta little lassie sall be a lady." And Mr. James Bowdoin looked in Jamie's eye, and held his peace.
"Yes, these here," said Zac, opening his frock, and displaying a belt around his waist, which held a brace of pistols. "But I don't expect I'll have to use 'em, except when I heave in sight of the skewner, an' want to hail 'em." "But we are loss," said Margot, "in dis great woos. How sall we ever get any whar out of him?" "O, that's easy enough," said Zac.
"Who, I?" said the mendicant "Lord bless your honour, naebody sall ken a word about it frae me, mair than if the bit bourock had been there since Noah's flood. But, Lord, they tell me your honour has gien Johnnie Howie acre for acre of the laigh crofts for this heathery knowe!
The village lay far below, like a gem in a setting of bright green, which contrasted pleasantly with the warm clouds and the blue sea beyond. The sun was bright and the air was calm so calm that the voices of the children at play came up to them distinctly in silvery ripples. "How comes it, Sall, that you've deserted your post to-day?"
Me sall no do boast of dat neider: for what can me do oderwise dan consider of de good of dose poor people who go about all day to give me always de best of what dey get. Dey love and honour me darefore, because me do love and take care of dem; dat is all, me know no oder reason.
Again Charlie accorded unmeasured assent to Sall's propositions. "I can understand better," continued Sall, "how the poor ones among 'em are worried. It must worry 'em a good deal, I should think, to see some people with far more than they want, when they haven't got half as much as they want; an' father says some of 'em are sometimes well-nigh starvin'. Now, it must be a dreadful worry to starve.
As if the breath o' an angry woman could make Him turn the keys that nane turn but Him. And if you want to ken whar I am going, I may as weel tell you now, as the morn. I am going to my brither Davie, for I cannot thole the bad tongue and the bad heart o' you, anither day." "Hear to the wicked lass! My bad tongue! My bad heart! I sall scream oot at sich words "
But still it was the dread disgrace of the stool of repentance that bulked most largely in the culprit's imagination. "Na, na," interjected Mistress Mowdiewort, "nae siccan things for ony bairns o' mine. Nae son o' mine sall ever set his hurdies on the like o't." "Be silent, woman!" said the minister severely; "them that will to black stool maun to black stool.
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