United States or Greenland ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
'That's the cheese! cried Willie. But Maggie shook her head and sighed, and explained that her mother was expecting her home for tea, and sighed again. 'Ha'e yer tea wi' us, said the hospitable Macgregor. She glanced at him under lowered lashes, her colour rising. 'My! ye're awfu' kind, she said softly. 'I wish to goodness I could.
'There's summat in it, he sez; 'but there's more in the stars. And from that day I never 'eard 'im so much as talk about spirits, and you may be sure I didn't remind 'im on 'em. "You must ha' often 'eard 'im talk about the stars, sir. Well, I suppose them things makes no difference to a' eddicated gentleman like you. But poor folks, I sez, has no business to meddle wi' em.
"No, then; why should it be?" "Because I hear the church-bells ringing so." "Bless thy pretty heart! The bairn's sick. Come wi' me, and I'll hap thee up somewhere. If thou wert a bit cleaner I'd put thee in my own bed, for the Lord's sake. But come along here." But when Tom tried to get up, he was so tired and giddy that she had to help him and lead him.
Did he remember such a passenger as I described? "Yes, sir," he said, "I do remember such a chap; partly because he was the only passenger, and partly because he looked so strange. He looked as if he'd been fightin', and yet he was quite sober. He was a funny chap, sir; one as I shudd'n like much to do wi'." "And where did he book for?" "Dingledale Junction, sir."
"Ay, I mind the name now; there has been folk killed wi' that soord." This was true, for the post-office Andrea Ferrara has a stirring history, but for the present its price was the important thing. "Dr. McQueen offered a pound note for it," said Tommy. "I ken that, but what has it to do wi' the soord-swallower?"
"It's the stink-weed!" he exclaimed. "That darned stink-weed o' New Mexico! It'll kill us if we can't keep it out. Off wi' your coat, Frank; it are bigger than my hunting skirt. Let's spread it across the hole, an' see if that'll do." His companion obeyed with alacrity, stripping off his coat as quickly as the circumscribed space would permit.
"Marry Angus Raith, and tak' it, Maggie. He loves you weel." "Angus Raith isna to be thocht o', and it's ill-luck mixing wedding talk wi' death talk. The minister is right; whatna for are we hurrying up the future? Let us be still and wait; good, as well as evil comes, and us not looking for it. I'm sorry you didna hae a pleasanter visit." "It wasna just unpleasant.
"Dark mass?" reiterated Nugent; "what dark mass d'ye mean? There is nothing out there, so far as I " "By Jingo! but there is, though, sir; I can see it myself now, wi' the naked eye!" exclaimed a seaman who was crouching in a sand pit a yard or so distant from where Nugent and I were standing. "There, don't ye see it, Mr Nugent, stretchin' athwart the back of the spit?
My advice is to hide at the Garplefoot and stop the boats landin'. We'd have the tinklers on our flank, no doubt, but I'm not muckle feared o' them. It wouldn't be easy for the boats to get in wi' this tearin' wind and us firin' volleys from the shore." Sir Archie stared at him with admiration. "You're a hearty young fire-eater.
Who would bide among hard-hearted folk that ha' driven her lad t' Italy, and now he is gone, relent not, but face it out, and ne'er come anigh her that is left?" "Reicht, I was going." "Oh, ay, going, and going, and going. Ye should ha' said less or else done more. But with your words you did uplift her heart and let it down wi' your deeds.
Word Of The Day