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Carol rubbed her slender fingers in bewilderment. "I am Arnold Barrows, formerly a Latin professor. Amo, mas, mat," said the third man suddenly. "I am looking for my Paradise right here on earth, and I am sorry you are married. My idea of Paradise is a girl like you and a man like me, and everything else go hang." Carol drew herself up as though poised for flight, a startled bird taking wing.

In about December 1768, or six months before Cook's visit, war broke out in the island, and Amo was totally defeated by the chief who governed the eastern peninsula. Cook saw at Papara, on the south side of the main island, the relics of this battle in the shape of many human bones. Frequent wars raged in the island for many years after Cook's first visit.

"What will ye be or ye behaud!" he exclaimed, after a brief pause of astonishment. "Do you ever dance in this part of the country?" she asked, heedless of his surprise. "No that muckle, at least amo' the fisherfowks, excep' it be at a weddin'. I was at ane last nicht." "And did you dance?" "'Deed did I, my leddy. I danced the maist o' the lasses clean aff o' their legs." "What made you so cruel?"

"But allooin', hoo sud that affec' my bargain wi' you Mr. Henderson? Siller i' the pooch canna tak obligation frae the back." "Drivin' things to the wa', nae doobt!" returned the farmer. "I micht certainly hae ta'en the law o' ye, failin' yer appearance. But amo' freen's, that cudna be; an' 'deed, Mr. Warlock, gien a body wad be captious, michtna he say it wad hae been mair freen'ly to beg aff?"

I'm clean affrontit 'at ever I hed ye amo' my men." But with that there rushed over Peter the recollection of how he had himself mistrusted not Malcolm's word indeed, but his heart. He turned, and clasping his hands in sudden self-reproach, "My lord, I saired ye ill mysel' ance," he cried, "for I misdoobted 'at ye wasna the same to me efter ye cam to yer ain.

You remember, perhaps, in some papers published awhile ago, an odd poem written by an old Latin tutor? He brought up at the verb amo, I love, as all of us do, and by and by Nature opened her great living dictionary for him at the word filia, a daughter. The poor man was greatly perplexed in choosing a name for her.

They express his highest idea of beautyman created in the image of God, as he testifies in this vault, and in the sonnet ending:— Dio, suo grazia, mi si mostra altrove, Più che’n alcun leggiadro e mortal velo; E quel sol amo, perchè’n quel si specchia. Nor hath God deigned to show himself elsewhere More clearly than in human form sublime Which, since they image Him, alone I love.

"Alick Bowden," says I an' my very hert was greit "Alick Bowden" I aye ca' him Alick when I'm angry "this maun be the end o't. I canna thole nae mair." "For ony sake, Bawbie," he brook in, "dinna say naething the nicht, or I'll pushon or droon mysel'. I wiss I had been smored amo' thae eggs"; an' doon the stair he gaed, wi' his breeks in his oxter.

"Try this, Clayley. Perhaps your eyes are better than mine." "No," said Clayley, after examining the paper. "I can hardly see the writing upon it." "Esperate mi amo!" We remained motionless. The Mexican took from his head his heavy sombrero, and stepped into a darker recess of the forest. After standing for a moment, hat in hand, a brilliant object shot out from the leaves of the palma redonda.

'He's nae amo' your feet, MacGregor, said the banker. 'Ye micht jist lat him lie. 'Gin I had him doon, faith gin I wadna lat him lie! I'll jist tell ye ae thing, gentlemen, that cam' to my knowledge no a hunner year ago. An' it's a' as true 's gospel, though I hae aye held my tongue aboot it till this verra nicht.