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"But think what you might do between mother and son," suggested the master, willing to reconcile him to the possible worst. "It's ower late for that," he answered. Na, it wad du naething for him. Gien 't warna for what I see in him, I wad hae a gran' rebutter to her claim; for hoo cud ony wuman's ain son hae sic a scunner at her as I hae i' my hert an' brain an' verra stamach?

"The wuman's no worth yer notice, 'cep to haud oot o' her gait, laddie; an' that ye had better luik till, for she's no canny. Dinna ye anger her again gien ye can help it. She has an ill luik, an' I canna bide her. Hae, there's yer siller. Jean, tak in this fish."

"The hert o' a wuman's no deceitfu' as the Buik says o' a man 's, an' sae 's a heap the easier deceivt. The chield's no ill-luikin'! an' I s' warran' he's no sae rouch wi' a yoong lass as wi' an auld wife." "Grizzie, ye wadna mint 'at oor Aggie's ane to be ta'en wi' the luiks o' a man!" "What for no whan it's a' the man has!

A wuman micht du that, but a man, and special a wuman's ain ae son, canna weel du 't that is, gien there's ony ither coorse 'at can be followt. It seems to me ye maun tak the risk o' her bottle. And it may be no ill thing 'at she sud disgrace hersel oot and oot.

"Thank ye, father, for that! I'll dee for him what I can, ohn forgotten that he's no mine but anither wuman's. I maunna tak frae her what's her ain!" The soutar, especially while at his work, was always trying "to get," as he said, "into his Lord's company," now endeavouring, perhaps, to understand some saying of his, or now, it might be, to discover his reason for saying it just then and there.

Encouraged on the matter of his bill, he turns first to the host, then to Tom, and says, "the wuman's nae much, for she's amast dede wi' exhaustion." And while he is ordering a nostrum he knows can do no good, the woman makes a violent struggle, opens her eyes, and seems casting a last glance round the dark room.

"I'm gauin' ower to the toon to buy a feow hanks o' worset to weyve a pair o' stockins to my man. Guid day to ye, Janet. What neist, I won'er?" she added to herself as she left the house. "The wuman's clean dementit!" The moment she was gone, Janet caught up her broom again, and went spying about over the roof ceiling there was none after long tangles of agglomerated cobweb and smoke.

Wha kens but the hunger an' the caul', an' the want o' whisky may be the wuman's evil things here, 'at she may 'scape the hellfire o' the Rich Man hereafter?" He stopped, for Gibbie was weeping. The woman and her child he would have taken to his very heart, and could do nothing for them. Love seemed helpless, for money was useless. It set him thinking much, and the result appeared.

"Wad ye no tak up the carpets first, wuman?" he said. "I wad," she answered; "that gangs ohn speirt gien there was time; but I tell ye there's nane; an' ye'll buy twa or three carpets for the price o' ae horse." "Haith! the wuman's i' the richt," he cried, suddenly waking up to the sense of the proposal, and shot from the house.

Encouraged on the matter of his bill, he turns first to the host, then to Tom, and says, "the wuman's nae much, for she's amast dede wi' exhaustion." And while he is ordering a nostrum he knows can do no good, the woman makes a violent struggle, opens her eyes, and seems casting a last glance round the dark room.