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When Carlisle fell to us he clung closer to me, and when the campaign was over he prayed to be permitted to follow me to these parts. I yielded to him reluctantly. I distrusted him, but I took his anxiety to be with me for gratitude, as he said it was. It was not that, Sim." "Was it fear? Was he afeart of being hanged by friends or foes? Hadn't he been a taistrel to both?"
"Weel, I kenna; but ony gait I canna think it can be again' the trowth o' the gospel to wuss yersel' mair alane wi' yer God nor ye ever can be in sic an awfu' Babylon o' a place as this." "Na, na, Peter; I'm no sayin' that. I ken weel we're to gang intill the closet and shut to the door. I'm only afeart 'at there be something wrang in mysel' 'at tak's 't ill to be amon' sae mony neibors.
"Afeart!" repeated the dying man, "afeart to meet ma Lord. Why should I be feart to meet a Man that died for me?" I inwardly blessed him for the great reply and engaged its unanswerable argument for my next Sabbath's sermon. No man dieth unto himself. "Wull ye dae something for me?" said Archie, suddenly. "Wull ye write to a man I kent lang syne?" "Certainly," said I. "Who is the man, Archie?"
She had the old man's trunk open, and was rummaging among some papers at the bottom of it." "Did you go in to her?" "I was afeart of the woman, Ralph; but I did go in, dotherin' and stammerin'." "What did she say?" "She was looking close at a paper as I came upon her.
but the awful tragedy is ever new and familiarity breeds increasing reverence. Death is a hero to his valet. "You are not afraid, Archie?" I said at length the old question that springs, not to the dying, but to the living lips. "Afeart!" said Archie, "what wad I be afeart for?" "You are not afraid to meet your Lord?" I answered, inwardly reproaching myself for the words.
"It's the fellow Ray, to a certainty," said the little man, pricking his horse into a canter as soon as he reached the first fields of Ennerdale. In a few minutes the three men had drawn up at the cottage on the breast of Brandreth where Sim had asked for a drink. "Mistress! Hegh! hegh! Who was the man that left you just now?" "I dunnet know wha't war some feckless body, I'm afeart.
Robbie had risen once more, and was tramping across the floor in his excitement. "What's come over Robbie?" whispered Reuben to Matthew. "What fettle's he in doldrums, I reckon." "Tak na note on him. Robbie's going off agen I'm afeart. He's broken loose. This awesome thing is like to turn the lad's heed, for he'd the say ower it all." "Come, lass, quick with the ale."
Be a man, Sim look men in the face things will mend with you now. Go back and live with them at the old home; they'll want you there." "Since you will not let me come with you, Ralph, tell me when will you come back? I'm afeart I don't know why but some'at tells me you'll not come back tell me, Ralph, that you will." "These troublous times will soon be past," said Ralph.
Peter's way with the children of the place was sharp and entirely lacking in sentiment "Little idiot, to fall into the ditch like that not much of the man about you, young Thomas." "Isn't Thomas," said the small boy with a chuckle, "I be Jan Proteroe, and I beant afeart only gert beast come out of hedge down along with eyes and a tail gum!"
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