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But I was still thochtfu', and Mac looked at me. "Wasna he a whopper, Harry?" he asked. I think he was a wee bit disappointed, but he had no cause I was just thinking. "Aye," I said. "Deed an' he was, Mac. Ye were prood, the day, were ye no? I mind the biggest fish ever I caught. I wasna fit to speak to the Duke o' Argyle himsel' that day!"
I can not speak to her on such subjects, but you will be sure and make her understand, David." "'Deed sir, I'll tak' care that she gets the gude o' all your kindness. It's mair than thochtfu' o' you; and I'll hae nae need noo, to let Maggie step in atween me and my ain proper duties."
"Whar is he? wes a' that passed his lips, an' in five meenuts he hed him on the feedin' board, and wes at his wark sic wark, neeburs but he did it weel. An' ae thing a' thocht rael thochtfu' o' him: he first sent aff the laddie's mither tae get a bed ready.
But they never thocht that I could land him. I didna mysel' he was a rare fish, that yin! Three hours I fought wi' him, Harry! But I brocht him ashore at last. And, Harry, wad ye guess what he weighed?" I couldna, and said so. But I was verra thochtfu'. "Thirty-one pounds," said Mac, impressively. "Thirty-one pounds? Did he so?" I said, duly impressed.
"'Whar is he? wes a' that passed his lips, an' in five meenuts he hed him on the feedin' board, and wes at his wark sic wark, neeburs but he did it weel. An' ae thing a' thocht rael thochtfu' o' him: he first sent aff the laddie's mither tae get a bed ready.
"'Whar is he? wes a' that passed his lips, an' in five meenuts he hed him on the feedin' board, and wes at his wark sic wark, neeburs! but he did it weel. An' ae thing a' thocht rael thochtfu' o' him: he first sent aff the laddie's mither tae get a bed ready.
"Whar is he? wes a' that passed his lips, an' in five meenuts he hed him on the feedin' board, and wes at his wark sic wark, neeburs but he did it weel. An' ae thing a' thocht rael thochtfu' o' him: he first sent aff the laddie's mither tae get a bed ready.
"An' skipping to his freends upo' the Borr'der.... Toch!" The network of wrinkles tightened about the sharp little blue-grey eyes of the Chief Medical Officer. "That would gie a thochtfu' man a kind o' notion that a reese in the temperature may be expectit shortly. An' so you slept soundly on the strength o' many wakeful nichts to come?
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