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I guv him the shtraight about Bobs an' Jimmie, fer they wuz beyant his troublin' but he'll niver foind Sammie from the directin' I sayed." Michael, sorrowing, horror-filled, conscience-stricken, took his way to a restaurant and ate his dinner, thinking meanwhile what he could do for the boys. Could he perhaps visit Jimmie in prison and make his life more comfortable in little ways?

Aloud he said, rubbing his thumb on the edge of the augur and preparing to make incision upon the cask, "Well, ma'am, I reckon as the Lord will provide mortification enough for us before we're out o' this business, without our troublin' to get in ahead.

"Don't be too sure of that," replied Nell, gliding into the apartment "You can say little, blackey, or think little, avourneen, that I'll not know. As to who she is, you needn't ax she won't be long troublin' you; an' in regard to myself, I'm what you see me. "Where did you come from now, granny?" "From her room; she's sick that was what prevented her from meetin' Lamh Laudher."

Aunt Mary remained a little absent-minded all the morning, and when the time came for Mollie to go to sleep that afternoon she could hear a new tone in Aunt Mary's voice when she began to sing: "O bay of Dublin! my heart you're troublin', Your beauty haunts me like a fevered dream, Like frozen fountains that the sun sets bubblin My heart's blood warms when I but hear your name; And never till this life pulse ceases, My earliest thought you'll cease to be; Oh! there's no one here knows how fair that place is, And no one cares how dear it is to me!"

Jed nodded, contritely, and turned to face his friend. "I know it, Sam," he said, "I know it. I haven't got the least mite of excuse for troublin' you." "You ain't troublin' me not that way. All I want of you is to say yes or no. I tell you Mrs. Armstrong thinks she can't afford to pay forty a month." "Yes." "And perhaps she can't. But you've got your own interests to think about.

"But I isn't rid o' she, Davy," he groaned, "an' that's what's troublin' the twins an' me. I isn't rid o' she, for I've heared tell she've some l'arnin' an' can write a letter." "Write!" cried I. "She won't write." "Ah, Davy," sighed the skipper, his head falling over his breast, "you've no knowledge o' women. They never gives in, lad, that they're beat. They never knows they're beat.

"The puir laird's gane back to his," said Malcolm. "I won'er gien he kens yet, or gien he gangs speirin' at ilk ane he meets gien he can tell him whaur he cam frae. He's mad nae mair, ony gait." "How? Will he pe not tead? Ta poor lairt! Ta poor maad lairt!" "Ay, he's deid: maybe that's what 'll be troublin' yer sicht, daddy." "No, my son.

They reached a part of the back garden that was not visible from the house and sat down together under a shady tree. "P'raps," began Mr. Blank politely, "you could bring a bit o' tea out to me on the quiet like." "I'll ask mother " began William. "Oh, no," said Mr. Blank modestly. "I don't want ter give no one no trouble. Just a slice o' bread, if you can find it, without troublin' no one. See?"

Heedless of him, she continued to rock herself to and fro, crooning in her distress: 'Oh! I wish I were dead!... I wish I could die! 'Wish ye could die? he repeated. 'Why, whatever can't be that's troublin' ye like this? There, there, lassie, give ower: it 'ull all coom right, whatever it be 'No, no, she wailed. 'I wish I could die!... I wish I could die!

Each man round Scorrier was listening with a different motion of the hands one rubbed them, one clenched them, another moved his closed fist, as if stabbing some one in the back. A grisly-bearded, beetle-browed, twinkling-eyed old Cornishman muttered: "A'hm not troublin' about that."