United States or Wallis and Futuna ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
I 'ave two two kids I 'ave; an' so 'elp me Gawd, things bein' as they are, I wouldn't say nothin' if one of 'em was Macnamara's wich it ain't no fear!" "Was Macnamara here you wouldn't say thaat to his faace, aw'm thinkin'." "I'd break 'is 'ulkin' neck first. I ain't puttin' these things on the 'oardins, an' I ain't thinkin' 'em, if 'ee's alive in the clutches of the 'eathen Kalifer at Homdurman.
"Dinna speak like that to me, onybody, or I shall gie ye my boat, and fling my nets intil it, as ye sail awa wi' her." Jean Carnie. "Sae he let the puir deevil go. Oh! ye ken wha could stand up against siccan a shower o' Ennglish as thaat." Christie. "He just said, 'My deeds upon my heed. I claim the law, says he; 'there is no power in the tongue o' man to alter me. I stay here on my boend."
"Fine thaat," was the reply; "he does it aye o' Sundays when ye are at the kirk." "It's no oot o' the kirk window ye'll hae seen him, Sandy, my mon," said a young fishwife. "Rin for my glass ony way, Flucker," said Christie, forcing herself to take some little interest.
The reply was not encouraging. "I see the fishing fleet is at anchor. Weather too calm?" "Couldn't say thaat." "Going out tonight?" "Med-do." "And how do you get rid of your fish?" "Us sells 'er." "I mean do you send it up by road?" "Naw!" "Steam trawler comes in to collect it?" "Doan't come in not very often it doan't."
"You have a good countenance; there is something in your face. I could find it in my heart to tell you, but I should bore you." "De'el a fear! Bore me, bore me! wheat's thaat, I wonder?" "What is your name, madam? Mine is Ipsden." "They ca' me Christie Johnstone." "Well, Christie Johnstone, I am under the doctor's hands." "Puir lad. What's the trouble?" "Ennui!" "Yawn-we? I never heerd tell o't."
I 'ave two two kids I 'ave; an' so 'elp me Gawd, things bein' as they are, I wouldn't say nothin' if one of 'em was Macnamara's wich it ain't no fear!" "Was Macnamara here you wouldn't say thaat to his faace, aw'm thinkin'." "I'd break 'is 'ulkin' neck first. I ain't puttin' these things on the 'oardins, an' I ain't thinkin' 'em, if 'ee's alive in the clutches of the 'eathen Kalifer at Homdurman.
His eye turned inward, he walked to and fro, and his companions died out of his sight he was in the kingdom of art. His lordship and Jean entered the "Peacock," followed by Flucker, who merely lingered at the door to moralize as follows: "Hech! hech! isna thaat lamentable? Christie's mon's as daft as a drunk weaver." But one stayed quietly behind, and assumed that moment the office of her life.
"Ye're sure o' thaat?" put in a woman. "Ay, about she comes," said Liston, as the sail came down on the first tack. He was mistaken; they dipped the lug as cleverly as any man in the town could. "Hech! look at her hauling on the rope like a mon," cried a woman. The sail flew up on the other tack. "She's an awfu' lassie,". whined another. "He's awa," groaned Liston, "he's doon!"
While they stood looking at one another, and at Beeny Liston's door, a voice that seemed incredibly rough, loud and harsh, jarred upon them; it was Sandy Liston, who came in from Leith, shouting: "Fifty pounds for salvage, lasses! is na thaat better than staying cooard-like aside the women?" "Whisht! whisht!" cried Christie.
The baddish boy entered, took up a position and remained apparently passive, hands in pockets. Christie. "Aweel, what est?" Flucker. "Custy." Christie. "What's your will, my manny?" Flucker. "Custy, I was at Inch Keith the day." Christie. "And hae ye really come to Edinbro' to tell me thaat?" "Oh! ye ken the lasses are a hantle wiser than we are will ye hear me?
Word Of The Day