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"If I was that thin," said Martha, "I'd hate to have me best friends see me without me clothes. But ye've the makin's of a Vanus, and that's more than ever I had." Miss Joy laughed aloud. Then, after a silence, and very seriously: "You're sure he'd never know that I was in the house?" "Not unless I told him." "But you wouldn't tell him?"
So long as I was near ye, ye didn't notice the roughness o' me speech an' the lack o' breedin' an' the want o' knowledge. Ye've seen and listened to others since who have all I never had the chance to get. God knows I want YOU to have all the advantages that the wurrld can give ye, since you an' me counthry an' the memory of yer mother are all I have had in me life these twenty years past.
"Well, I have," said Katy, "and this time ye're going to stop your stubbornness and take enough to get ye what you need. Ye go to the best store in Los Angeles and come back here with a pair of shoes that just match those stockings, and ye go fast, before the stores close. If ye've got to speed a little, do it in the country and do it judacious." "Katy, you're arriving!" cried Linda.
She's daft about that long, false, fleeching beggar of a father of hers, and red-mad about the Gregara, and proscribed names, and King James, and a wheen blethers. And you might think ye could guide her, ye would find yourself sore mista'en. Ye say ye've seen her but the once. . ." "Spoke with her but the once, I should have said," I interrupted.
Again Jean paused, and taking out her neatly folded handkerchief wiped away the falling tears, and sipped a moment at her tea in silence. "Tak' ye a bit o' the scones, Jean. Ye'll no help matters by goin' wi'oot eatin'. If the lad's done a shamefu' like thing, ye'll no help him by greetin'. He maun fall. Ye've done yer best I doot, although mistakenly to try to keep it fra me."
The Man of Peace, however, would not take any hints as to undoing his work of his own accord. All he said was: "If ye wush it away, so it'll be. But then ye'll only have one wush left. Ye've small discretion the nicht, Brockburn, I'm feared." "To leave the steading in sic a spot is no to be thought on," sighed the Laird, as he spent his second wish in undoing his first.
"Thanky, sir, fur bringin' him down here an' fur wot ye've done, He's he's a queer little feller," he added. "I've allers thort a heap of him. He's such a game little feller, an' an' such a queer little un."
On crossing the threshold "Here, lassie," he cried, in a voice that made roof and rafters ring, "bring ben the speerits, and get on the kettle here's a cousin that I ne'er saw in my life afore." A few minutes served mutually to confirm and explain our newly-discovered relationship. "Man," said he, as we were filling a second glass, "ye've just come in the very nick o' time; an' I'll tell ye how.
It's easy to see ye've no been sleeping or eating these days and days together." "That's nothing nothing at all. God can not take half your soul. You must give yourself entirely." "Eh, laddie, laddie, I feared me this was what ye were coming til. But a man can not bury himself before he is dead. He may bury the half of himself, but is it the better half?
"Dodrabbit ye, Pharo!" said Uncle Coffin, seizing the hat from his head and regarding its bespattered surface with delight; "ye've been a-whitewashin'!" This Captain Pharo proudly did not deny. "Dodrabbit ye, Pharo!" said our fond host, giving him another whirl, "yer hair 's pretty plumb 'fore, but she 's raked devilish well aft. Ye can't make no stand fer yerself!
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