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Baith are rare specimens o' Nature's handiwark." "Your Majesty is pleased to be complimentary," rejoined Sir Richard Assheton. "Na, Sir Richard," returned James. "We arena gien to flichtering, though aften beflummed oursel'. Baith are bonnie lassies, we repeat.
Then looking up, and regarding for a moment the youth who lay watching her with the eyes of the servants in the psalm, she said, "Well? What are you waiting for?" "I thocht ye wantit me, my leddy! I beg yer pardon," answered Malcolm, springing to his feet, and turning to go. "Do you ever read?" she asked. "Aften that," replied Malcolm, turning again, and standing stock still.
"Mon, it made me mind o' Wallace an' his 'Scots wham Bruce hae aften led. I could ha' followed him 'gainst ony odds, though odds eneuch there were near twa tae ane, an' thae big guns an' thae fort tae their back."
'Weel, I hae aften wonnert what gart ye burden yersel' wi' that Shargar, as I understan' they ca' him, said Mr. Lammie. 'Jist naething but a bit o' greed, returned the old lady, with the nearest approach to a smile that had shown itself upon her face since Mr. Lammie's last visit. 'I dinna understan' that, Mistress Faukner, said Miss Lammie.
Ma mither and she went; then ma wife" he gave a great swallow "and she's awa'; and I may say they're the only two human bein's as ha' lived on God's earth in ma time that iver tried to bear wi' me; and Wullie. A man's mither a man's wife a man's dog! it's aften a' he has in this warld; and the more he prizes them the more like they are to be took from him."
Bide-a-Wee Cottage, Pettybaw, East Neuk o' Fife. To my trusty fieres, Mony's the time I hae ettled to send ye a screed, but there was aye something that cam' i' the gait. It wisna that I couldna be fashed, for aften hae I thocht o' ye and my hairt has been wi' ye mony's the day.
But I am aften on the hill; and they are like wasps they stang only them that fashes them; sae, for my part, I make a point not to see them, unless I were ordered out on the preceese errand by MacCallummore or Knockdunder, whilk is a clean different case."
Loud and true rang the voice of Black McTee, breaker of men: "Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots wham Bruce hae aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victory!" And the hand of Campbell checked on its way to his lips. "We're lookin' in your eyes, chief," said Hovey. And the song broke in: "Wha would be a traitor slave, Let him turn and flee!"
Jarvie compounded with his own hands a very small bowl of brandy-punch, the first which I had ever the fortune to see. But it's excellent liquor," said he, helping us round; "and good ware has aften come frae a wicked market.
"So you see, Mr I forget yer name Forbes? yes, Forbes, if the rascal takes after his mother, you have made a dangerous enemy," said Mr Cupples, in conclusion. Alec laughed. "I advise you," resumed Mr Cupples, "to keep a gleg ee in yer heid, though seriously. A body may lauch ower aften. It winna do to gang glowerin' at rainbows. They're bonnie things, but they're nae brig-backs.
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