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"Aweel, then," he continued, "I opened the door at Crua Breck, just as I would open any door in Orkney, be it rich or poor. But wad they let me in, think ye? Na, na. Carver was sittin' yonder, as he aye does on the rainy days, when there's nae gettin' aboot the farm, preachin' away before a bonnie fire. But the auld hypocrite wouldna let me in. What cares he for the Holy Word?
Oh Maggie, if I could win at that office, I wouldna envy king nor knight, no, nor the poet himsel'." "Did you see the minister?" "Ay; bring your chair near me, and I'll tell you what he said. You'll be to hear it, and as weel now, as again." "Surely he had the kind word to-day, and you that fu' o' sorrow?" "He meant to be kind. Surely he meant to be kind.
But fortunately Tommy did not see how much she had admitted in that hasty cry, and as neither would give way to the other they parted stiffly, his last words being "Mind, it wouldna be respectable to go by yoursel'," and hers "I don't care, I'm going." Nevertheless it was she who slept easily that night, and he who tossed about almost until cockcrow.
But times this summer, this morning, for instance, when he hadna a drop in three weeks, and dinna want ane, when he could have come wi' me to town, and wouldna, and there were devils calling him from the ground, and the trees, and the sky, out in the open cornfield, it looked bad." The priest's eyes were boring into Dannie's sick face. "How did it look?" he asked briefly.
You wouldna believe to look at me now, man, that I could have had any thait o' being made queen, but I was fell bonny, and I was as keen as the rest. How simple we were, all pretending to one another that we didna want to be chosen!
'Maybe I do, but maybe I wouldna be anxious to tell ye, Jock Grimond, for ye michtna be pleased. 'Pleased or no pleased, I said, 'let me hear his name. 'Well, he answered, 'if ye maun have it, it's no your maister that folk thought would get it. 'Then, said I, 'Patrick, I jalouse who it is; it's MacKay of Scourie. 'It is, said Patrick.
"'Tis my belief squire do know everything an' everybody. Diggle he med not know, to be sure, but if so be ya say 'tis a lean man, wi' sharp nose, an' black eyes like live coals, an' a smilin' mouth why, squire knows them sort, he done, and wouldna trust him not a ell. But maybe ya'd better go on, sir: my old shanks be slow fur one so young an' nimble." "No hurry, Dickon.
If John kept aye as gude company he wouldna be like to bring my gray hairs wi' sorrow to the grave." John did not answer this remark until they had pushed well off from the sleeping town, then he replied fretfully, "Yes, what mother says is true enough; but a man goes into the warld. A' the fingers are not alike, much less one's friends. How can a' be gude?"
They've blown in the big door, and the feck o' them's inside." "And Mr. Heritage?" was Dickson's anxious inquiry. "When I last saw him he was up at a windy, shootin'. I think he's gotten on to the roof. I wouldna wonder but the place is on fire." "Here, this is awful," Dickson groaned. "We can't let Mr. Heritage be killed that way. What strength is the enemy?"
I won'er you dunna hear 'em screaming. His cause was lost, and he knew it, but he pleaded on. 'No. If I hadna swore by the Mountain I wouldna come, she said. 'You've got blood on you. At that moment a neighbour passed and offered Hazel a lift. Now that she was marrying a minister, she had become a personality.
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