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"I tell'd your honour a while syne, that it was lang that I hae been thinking o' flitting, maybe as lang as frae the first year I came to Osbaldistone Hall; and now I am o' the mind to gang in gude earnest better soon as syne better a finger aff as aye wagging." "You leave your service, then? but will you not lose your wages?"
The wide-eyed little chap obeyed the big sailor, his yellow curls falling over his eyes. He continued to stare at her, with a fat thumb tucked in a corner of his mouth. "Me come say heem Beel Atkins heem go aff to St. Jean to-day. Heem got load of feesh." "That is important news, Miss Jelliffe. Civilization is opening its arms to you," I told her.
"D'ye think that ye'll win aff ony the easier in the hinnerend, by sittin' up there like yin o' his ain bairns, takkin' the deil's name in vain?" Jock kens better." There had been a great land-slip.
"What's the use o' a boat i' this weather?" said Curly. "Ye gomeril!" returned his father; ye never luik an inch afore the pint o' yer ain neb. Ye wadna think o' a boat afore the spring; an' haith! the summer wad be ower, an' the water frozen again, afore ye had it biggit. Luik at Alec there. He's worth ten o' you. "I ken that ilka bit as weel's ye do, father. Jist set's aff wi' 't, father."
What care I for the missionars mair nor ony ither o' the Lord's fowk, 'cep that they're mair like his fowk nor ony ither that I hae seen?" "Sic like's Robert Bruce, for a sample." Thomas stopped as if he had struck against a stone wall, and went back on his track. "What I want to ken is whether Alec unnerstans yet that the prodigal's aye ill aff; and�-" "Na," interrupted Cupples.
'Cudna ye watch them aboord, an' slip a letter intil her han'? Or ye cud gie 't to the skipper to gie her. 'I ken the skipper weel eneuch. He's a respectable man. Gin he kent what the baron was efter, he wadna tak him on boord. 'That wad do little guid. He wad only hae her aff some ither gait. 'Weel, said Robert, rising, 'I'll awa' hame, an' think aboot it as I gang.
Yer mither must be looked after; but i' the meantime let me tell ye that yer uncle Daavid is a douce, cliver felly, an' fears naething i' this warld. If he did, he wadna be amang the intercommuned. Be sure he's no' the man to leave his sister Maggie in trouble. Of course ye'll be wantin' to be aff to look after her." "Of course instantly," said Wallace. "Na.
"If she had been looking at me, she maun hae grown feared at that, and syne I could hae gone on though my ilka word was a knockdown blow. But she was picking some things aff the chair to let me down on't. "'It's a pair o' mittens I'm working for the minister, she says, and she handed them to me. Ay, I tried no to take them, but Oh, lads, it's queer to think how saft I was.
An' he turned aff from the door, an' wint round to the cow-house, an' settled himself as well as he could, in the sthraw; an' he was tired enough wid the thravellin' he had in the day-time, an' a good dale bothered with what liquor he had taken; so he was purty sure of sleepin' wherever he thrun himself.
Man, Drumsheugh, ye micht wile him aff tae the saut water atween the neeps and the hairst. He's been workin' forty year for a holiday, an' it's aboot due." Drumsheugh was full of tact, and met MacLure quite by accident on the road.
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