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She's in London, they say the folk that pretend to ken a'thing. I'm sure I'm no' carin'. 'And my father's really working this week? Oh, mother, if only he would keep steady, it would make all the difference. You look better yourself, too. Are you not far better without drink? 'Maybe. We've made a paction, onyway, for a week, till we see, said Mrs. Hepburn, with a slow smile.
So get ready, lad quick as ever ye can. Tell the awd man naething about what ye want wi' the horse the fewer that knaw onything about thir things the better. And ye, lads, will be upon the look-out; and, if we can get the lugger run in here, have a'thing in readiness." "No fear o' that, master," said they.
"He hes nae mair sense o' humour than an owl, and a' aye haud that a man withoot humour sudna be allowed intae a poopit. "A' hear that they have nae examination in humour at the college; it's an awfu' want, for it wud keep oot mony a dreich body. "But the meelon's naethin' tae the goat, that cowed a'thing, at the Fast tae.
I was anower, an' Sandy was juist a' ready, when he cudna fa' in wi' his nichtkep. It was in a handbag o' Sandy's, and he had left it doon in the lobby. Sandy canna sleep without his nichtkep no' him! "What am I genna do?" says Sandy. He was in his lang white nichtgoon, and he gaed to the room door an' opened it. He lookit oot, but a'thing was as quiet's death.
But, I'll swag, the young kimmers that were at the pairty didna see muckle wrang wi' him. There was as keen competition for him amon' the lassies as gin he'd been a gude-gaen public-hoose puttin' up for unction. Me an' Sandy landed amon' the first o' the fowk. A'thing was richt snod, I assure ye.
Robert's feelings overcame him. He resumed, brokenly, 'Ye gae me a man to believe in, whan my ain father had forsaken me, and my frien' was awa to God. Ye hae made me, doctor. Wi' meat an' drink an' learnin' an' siller, an' a'thing at ance, ye hae made me. 'Eh, Robert! said the dying man, half rising on his elbow, 'to think what God maks us a' to ane anither!
"I dinna ken what I'm gaein' to du," answered Cosmo. "But for writin' buiks, I could do that better at hame nor ony ither gait, wi' a'thing min'in' me o' my father, an' you nearhan' to gie me coonsel." "I hae aye been yours to comman', Cosmo," replied Aggie, looking down for one moment, then immediately up again in his face. "An' ye're no angert wi' me, Aggie?"
I want to understand it, cried Gladys, with a touch of impatience. 'There have been things kept from me; and if I had known everything I could have done more for her, and perhaps she would not have run away. 'There was naething kept frae ye; if ye hadna been a perfect bairn in a'thing, ye wad hae seen through a'thing.
"A good story, and well told," said the marquis kindly. "Don't you think so, Florimel?" "Yes, papa," Lady Florimel answered; "only he kept us waiting too long for the end of it." "Some fowk, my leddy," said Malcolm, "wad aye be at the hin'er en' o' a'thing. But for mysel', the mair pleased I was to be gaein' ony gait, the mair I wad spin oot the ro'd till 't."
"Naething worth mentioning, Sir Marmaduke," answered Geordie; "a'thing quiet, decent, and orderly i' the toun and i' the country no excepting your ain house here, whar I hae missed mony a gude luck-penny sin' your honour departed." "Has Lady Maitland not been in the habit of employing you, then, Geordie?" asked Sir Marmaduke.
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