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Me lauch, wi' ma cauld, empty hame! "Yir the only man kens, Weelum, that I aince luved the noblest wumman in the glen or onywhere, an' a' luve her still, but wi' anither luve noo. "She hed given her heart tae anither, or a've thocht a' micht hae won her, though nae man be worthy o' sic a gift.
Ay, a' ken fine aboot the toor o' Siloam, and aboot the toor o' Babel as weel; an' a've read, too, about the blaspheemious Herod, an' sic like. Man, but he's a hot-heided laddie, and lacks discreemeenation. 'What about Herod, Geordie? I asked. 'Aboot Herod? with a strong tinge of contempt in his tone. 'Aboot Herod?
Burnbrae gaes aff tae get a goon for his wife or a buke for his college laddie, an' Lachlan Campbell 'ill no leave the place noo withoot a ribbon for Flora. "Ilka man in the Kildrummie train has some bit fairin' in his pooch for the fouk at hame that he's bocht wi' the siller he won. Ou ay, a've seen it a' at ither hooses, though they tried tae hide it frae me for fear a' wud lauch at them.
'But you said he was better, said Sylvia, blanching a little at this account. 'Ay, he's better, but life's uncertain, special after gun-shot wounds. 'He acted very fine, said Sylvia, meditating. 'A allays knowed he would. Many's the time a've heerd him say "honour bright," and now he's shown how bright his is.
'Sylvie, thou knows Philip paid me back my money, and it were eight pound fifteen and three-pence; and t' hay and stock 'll sell for summat above t' rent; and a've a sister as is a decent widow-woman, tho' but badly off, livin' at Dale End; and if thee and thy mother 'll go live wi' her, a'll give thee well on to all a can earn, and it'll be a matter o' five shilling a week.
A've kept guard all night, yellin' an' howlin' like a vigilantee, knowin' they're not the gentry to run into the arms of them good old-time neck-tie com'tees; an' not dreamin' A hadn't another cartridge to my name!" The old man swabbed the sweat from his brow. "A left m' coat and togs back at yon chuck wagon!" Wayland noticed he was riding stocking soled. "I have an extra hat for you here."
'Hannah, are yo bad? is there owt wrang wi yo? Then his seeking eye made out a crumpled paper in her left hand, and he knew at once that it must be Davy's letter. Before he could speak again she gave him a push backward with her free hand, and said with an effort: 'Where's t' gell? 'Louie? She's left i' Manchester. A've found Davy, Hannah.
"He wes that carefu' o' himsel an' lazy that if it hedna been for the siller, a've often thocht, Milton, he wud never hae dune a handstroke o' wark in the Glen. "What scunnered me wes the wy the bairns were ta'en in wi' him.
Ye wudna gie him up, and ye did what nae ither cud for him, an' a've ma man the day, and the bairns hae their father. "An' afore MacLure kent what she was daein', Bell lifted his hand to her lips an' kissed it." "Did she, though?" cried Jamie. "Wha wud hae thocht there wes as muckle spunk in Bell?"
A'd have yo' to know a've a vast o' thoughts in myself', as I'm noane willing to lay out for t' benefit o' every man. A've niver gotten time for meditation sin' a were married; leastways, sin' a left t' sea. Aboard ship, wi' niver a woman wi'n leagues o' hail, and upo' t' masthead, in special, a could.
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