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Updated: May 1, 2025
She made a wee bit fuss, and cried 'Oh fie! and 'Sir! or something o' that kind; but I held her to my breast, declaring my intentions manfully that I had been dying for her for five years, and now that I was a gentleman, I thought I might venture to speak. In fact, I held her in my arms until she next door to said 'Yes! "Within a week we had a'thing settled. I found out she had nae fortune.
Ay, yer sang's the sang o' an angel For a sinfu' thrapple no meet, Like the pipes til a heavenly braingel Whaur they dance their herts intil their feet! But though ye canna behaud, birdie, Ye needna gar a'thing wheesht! I'm noucht but a herplin herdie, But I hae a sang i' my breist!
Not discouraged by her inspection of his hands, black as they were, Miss St. John continued, 'But what would your grandmother say? she asked. 'She maun ken naething aboot it, mem. I can-not tell her a'thing. She wad greit an' pray awfu', an' lock me up, I daursay. Ye see, she thinks a' kin' o' music 'cep' psalm-singin' comes o' the deevil himsel'. An' I canna believe that.
I was gled when I got hame an' fand a'thing in winderfu' order; although Sandy was gien Nathan coosies i' the shop jumpin' ower the coonter wi' ane o' his hands in his pooch. It's juist his wey, the cratur. He canna help it. "Was the tinkler wife here when you cam' back?" I said to Sandy. "Oo, ay," says he. "I gae her her ceenimin."
'I don't see, said Francis, who had begun to cool down a little, 'how he could have enjoyed the fight much if he never forgot himself! I should forget everything in the delight of the battle! 'Yer father, laddie, never forgot onything but himsel. Forgettin himsel left him free to min' a'thing forbye. Ye wud forget ilka thing but yer ain rage!
'And noo, continued Steenie, 'I'm richt glaid she's gane, and my min' 'll be mair at ease gien I tell ye what for: I maun aye tell you a'thing 'at 'll bide tellin, Kirsty, ye ken! Weel, a week or twa ago, I began to be troubled as I never was troubled afore.
For the ae perfec' man said he was born intil the warl for that ae special purpose, to dee the wull o' him that sent him. A man's for a heap o' eeses, but that ae eese covers them a'. Whan he's deein' the wull o' God, he's deein jist a'thing.
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