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Jean, having overheard him once cry out in an agony, "Lord, hae mercy upo' me, and deliver me frae this love o' money, which is the root of all evil," watched him in the lobby of the chapel the next Sunday "and as sure's deith," said Jean an expression which it was weel for her that Thomas did not hear "he pat a siller shillin' into the plate that day, mornin' an' nicht."
"Why, Ruth had a new baby a month ago, another little girl, an' the dearest child! They're all comin' home to-morrow, sure's the world, an' you'll see her then they've named her Mary, for me, an' of course I'm real pleased.
"She's a little lighter than the other boat, I believe," said he, "but they're both good boats, as sure's you're born you can't beat a Peterborough model in the woods!" The other boys noticed now that when he carried his canoe, he did so by placing a paddle on each side, threaded under and above the thwarts so as to form a support on each side, which rested on his shoulders.
In a village, especially in an island village, it is as direct and violent as any "act of God" written down in a ship's insurance papers. A word carries far over the fences, and where it drops, like a swelling seed, a dozen words spring up. "It's a shame, Milly, a living shame, as sure's you're alive." "You never said truer, Belle.
"By me sowl, if it isn't Boss Arnot's new clerk. Sure's me name is Pat M'Cabe 'tis Misther Haldane. I say, are ye sick?" "Take me 'ome." "Faix, I see," winking at two or three of his cronies who had gathered at the open door; "it's a disase I'm taken wid meself at odd spells, though I takes moighty good care to kape out o' the way of ould man Arnot when I'm so afflicted.
Uncle Henry descended to personal threats and the smaller man called out: "You jest put your hand on me, you big, overgrown sawney! That's all I'm a-waitin' for. You 'tack me and I'll have you in the caboose, sure's my name's Gedney Raffer. Try it!" The quarrel was most distressing. Nan pulled at her uncle's coat sleeve. The rough men eyed her curiously. She had never felt so ashamed in her life.
We kin take nuthin' out'n this world, no matter what kind o' a line o' goods we kerry in life. Heaven's no place fur tradin', I understan', an' I do wonder sometimes how in the worl' them merchants an' sech in the valley towns air goin' ter entertain tharse'fs in the happy land o' Canaan. It's goin' ter be sorter bleak fur them, sure's ye air born."
At the same moment the man on the blanket groaned and opened his eyes. "How do you feel, my man?" questioned Elliston. "I I'm used up." "It looks so." Elliston bent lower. "You're going to die, Sam, sure's shooting," he said in a whisper at the ear of the prostrate wretch. A groan was the only reply. "Do you hear me, Sam?" "Yes, I I hear," was the faint answer.
'A whistler, said he, 'sure's yer born. He ain't wuth a bag o' beans. But don't ye never let on. When ye git licked ye musn't never fin' fault. If anybody asks ye 'bout him tell 'em he's all ye expected. We stood waiting a moment for the horse to recover himself. A team was nearing us. 'There's Bob Dean, Uncle Eb whispered. 'The durn scalawag! Don't ye say a word now.
"I did not," answered Cosmo; "but all the same " "The Lord be praised for his abundant an' great mercy!" cried Grizzie, more heartily than devoutly. "We may contrive to win ower the twa poun', even sud ye no work it oot; but fifty! the Lord be aboot us frae ill! so sure's deith, ye wad hae had to tak the lass! Cosmo, ye canna but ken the auld tale o' muckle-moo'd Meg?" "Weel that," replied Cosmo.
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