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You promised to marry me, an' you had no notion of it." "You're not the only one he has disgraced, Mrs. Doran," said Donovan. "A purty way he came down, himself an' his father, undher pretence of coortin' my daughter. He should lay down his ten guineas, too, to show us what he had to begin the world wid, the villain! an' him had no notion of it aither."
What I like is behaviour in aither man or baste, and Captain Boycott had no behaviour. They killed a sheep to ate, or maybe two, and sorra a blame to them. It was ate or die wid them; but ye see the gallant Captain didn't like it." About this time a volley of anathemas was poured out against the absent Captain.
The verra cupples'll be rottit awa' or lang." "Weel that's verra rizzonable, nae doobt, gin a' be as ye say." "Be as I say, Robert Bruce?" "Ay, ay; ye see ye're nae a'thegither like ither fowk. I dinna mean ony offence, ye ken, Tibbie; but ye haena the sicht o' yer een." "Maybe I haena the feelin' o' my auld banes, aither, Maister Bruce!
Man, ye choose it weel, for he's been colleckin' sae mony thae forty years, a'm feared for him. "A've often thocht oor doctor's little better than the Gude Samaritan, an' the Pharisees didna think muckle o' his chance aither in this warld or that which is tae come."
She stood in the middle of the room in her best gown, as if she had been going to church, her Bible, a good-sized octavo, under her arm, with a white handkerchief folded round it, and her umbrella in her hand. "He that believeth shall not make haste," she said, "but he maunna tempt the Lord, aither. Drink that milk, Gibbie, an' pit a bannock i' yer pooch, an' come awa'."
"Is it is it thrue, young man? tell me tell me!" "How, dear, can any one have spirits to tell you good news, when you can't bear it aither like a man or a Christian?" "Good news! You say, then, it's thrue, an' he's not to be hanged by the neck, as the judge said; an' my curse my heavy curse upon him for a judge!"
Do aither of you know a man be the name of Michael O'Shaughnessy? "Me and Sim looked at each other. 'Which? says I. 'Mike O' who? says Simeon. "'Aw, don't you know him? she begs. 'DON'T you know him? Sure I hoped you might. If you'd only tell me where he is I'd git on me knees and pray for you. O Mike, Mike! why did you leave me like this? What'll become of me?
He took off his shako and ran his hand through his mop of red hair. "'Tis aither th' luck of th' Irish, me lad, or of th' Scotch. Oi don't ken which Oi'm haff each but mostly 'tis th' virtoo av me bonny red hair." "Why?" "Because, leastways, in th' Thomahlia, there's always a dhrop av royalty in th' red-headed. Me bonnie top-knot has made me a fortune.
"What the divil is it, onyway?" he muttered, kneeling and lighting a match, which he held close to the spot. "Bot' t'umbs!" he exclaimed, "it's candle grease. Have aither of ye b'ys been in here wit' a candle? It's agin the rules." "There isn't a candle about the barn, an' you know it, Mike," cried Carter, indignantly. Mike was prospecting the floor with another light.
"Wha wad hae aither a pure schuilmaister or a shepherd? 'cep' it was maybe some lass like my sister Nicie, 'at wadna ken Euclid frae her hose, or Burns frae a mill-dam, or conic sections frae the hole i' the great peeramid." "I don't like to hear you talk like that, Donal," said Gibbie. "What do you say to mother?" "The mither's no to be said aboot," answerd Donal.
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