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It's a wonner he didna think shame to come to me. But he cam to beir my shame. Robert wondered at her words. She talked of her sin with such a meek openness! She looked her shame in the face, and acknowledged it hers. Had she been less weak and worn, perhaps she could not have spoken thus. 'But what am I aboot! she said, checking herself.
"Come away, Rundell, the race is yer ain," shouted an enthusiastic supporter of Peter. "Nae wonner!" answered Matthew Maitland, heatedly. "They've gi'en him the race in a present. Look at the handikep!" "An' what aboot it?" enquired the other, not knowing what to answer. "Plenty aboot it," replied Matthew. "If it hadna' been he was Peter Rundell, he wadna' ha'e gotten sic a start.
I thoucht I was ower mony for her than: I wonner she daur be at me again." "She 's daurt her God er' noo, an' may weel daur you. But what says yer gran'father till 't, no?" "He hasna hard a chuckie's cheep o' 't." "What are we haverin' at than! Canna he sattle the maitter aff han'?" Miss Horn eyed him keenly as she spoke.
"Ay! an' what micht that be?" "But she's maybe a freen' o' yours, Mrs Findlay? Some fowk likes her, though I canna say I'm ane o' them." "Freen' o' mine!" exclaimed the Partaness. "I wadna wonner! for they tellt me 'at saw her fechtin' i' the High Street wi' a muckle loon, near han' as big 's hersel'! an' haith, but Meg had the best o' 't, an' flang him intil the gutter, an' maist fellt him!
"Ye son o' a deevil's soo!" cried the woman; "I s' hae amen's o' ye for this, gien I sud ro'st my ain hert to get it." "'Deed, but ye re duin that fine a'ready! I wonner what he thinks o sawmon troot noo! Eh, mem?" "Have done, Malcolm," said Florimel. "I am ashamed of you. If the woman is not hurt, we have no business in her house." "Hear till her!" cried Mrs Catanach contemptuously. "The woman!"
He was lookin' admirin'ly at Dorothy, and Miss Meechim went and sot down between 'em, and Tommy come and set with me agin. Tommy leaned up aginst me and looked out of the car window and sez kinder low to himself: "I wonner what makes the smoke roll and roll up so and feather out the sky, and I wonner what my papa and my mama is doin' and what my grandpa will do they will be so lonesome?"
"Weel, I dinna want to hurry ye. But I wonner that ye wad buy ill butter, to please onybody, even a bonnie lass like that." "Some fowk likes the taste o' neeps, though I dinna like it mysel'," answered Bruce. "But the fac' that neeps is no a favourite wi' the maist o' fowk, brings doon the price i' the market."
I wonner that ye tak sic pains wi' me, sir, whan I was sic a nickum." The master could not reply. But he was more grateful for Truffey's generous forgiveness than he would have been for the richest living in Scotland. Such forgiveness is just giving us back ourselves clean and happy. And for what gift can we be more grateful? He vowed over again to do all he could for Truffey.
"It gleamed white for one moment, and then vanished." "I wonner ye didna cry oot waur, my leddy," said Malcolm, peering into the darkness. "I was too frightened. It looked so ghastly! not more than a foot from the ground." "Cud it hae been a flash, like, frae yer ain een ?" "No I am sure it was a face." "How much is there of this cursed hole?" asked the marquis; rubbing the top of his head.
"I wonner where he got 'is stren'th from? I never seen a man do like that before. It was a funny thing. Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy." The youth desired to screech out his grief. He was stabbed, but his tongue lay dead in the tomb of his mouth. He threw himself again upon the ground and began to brood. The tattered man stood musing. "Look-a-here, pardner," he said, after a time.
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