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That's what made the master say it couldna have been a burglar at all, or how did he snib the window after he went out again?" "Then Mr. Rattar didn't believe it was a burglar?" "N no, sir," said Mary, a little reluctantly. "Was anything stolen?" "No, sir; that was another funny thing. But it must have been a burglar!" "What about the other windows, and the doors?

"It would just be that lass that told us about the Preventives lying in the cove near the Snib, and she was sore feart a lad Ronny McKinnon would be transported." "And would she be saying just that," says Ronny. "She would just," says I. "It's no like her temper at a', but I'll be thanking her for that kind thought," says he, and commenced to his whistling o' pipers' tunes. Cormorants. Boghay.

It was juist upo' the stroke o' nine o'clock, an' I was juist noo dune shuttin' the shop. The door was aff the snib; an', keep me, when I lookit in, here's Sandy wi' an Oddfella's kilt an' a bushbie on, an' his ilky-day's claes lyin' in a pozel on the table. I kent the kilt whenever I saw't; it was the ane Dauvit Kenawee wears in the Oddfellas' processions.

Bolton, after his interview with the woman, would of course snib the window, and pull down the blind. When he went away next morning he would unlock the door." "Begging your pardon, sir, but, as we know, he didn't go away next morning, being in the packing case, nailed down."

Vain jangling, jars, and strifes will there abound, Where moles are mountains made, or fault is found, With every little, trivial, petty thing; This spirit snib, or 'twill much mischief bring Into this house, and 'tis for want of love, 'Tis entertain'd: it is not of the dove.

Tommy said nothing, but but one of the school-windows was without a snib, and next morning when the dominie reached his desk he was surprised to find on it a little cotton glove. He raised it on high, greatly puzzled, and then, as ever when he suspected knavery, his eyes sought Tommy, who was sitting on a form, his arms proudly folded.

Then, I think, if you were an active man, You might swarm up, wooden leg and all. You would depart, of course, in the same fashion, and your ally would draw up the rope, untie it from the hook, shut the window, snib it on the inside, and get away in the way that he originally came.

"I dare not go down alone, dear, but if you will come with me. Put on your slippers and dressing-gown. We do not need a candle. Now, Bertha, we will go down together." Two little white patches moved vaguely through the darkness, the stairs creaked, the door whined, and they were at the front room window. Monica closed it gently down, and fastened the snib.

Only something terrible, Gavin thought, could have brought Babbie to him at such an hour; yet when he left his mother's room it was to stand motionless on the stair, waiting for a silence in the manse that would not come. A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises.

"And now what about the window? Was that open or shut or what?" "Shut but not snibbed, sir." Ned turned to Bisset. "Did Sir Reginald ever forget to snib the windows, supposing one happened to be open?" "Practically never, sir." "Last thing before he left the room, I suppose?" said the lawyer. The butler hesitated. "I suppose so, sir," he admitted, "but of course I was never here to see."