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'I'm sae sure o' haein' 't back again, ye ken, wi' interest, returned Mrs. Falconer. 'Hoo's that? His father winna con ye ony thanks for haudin' him in life. 'He that giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord, ye ken, Miss Lammie. 'Atweel, gin ye like to lippen to that bank, nae doobt ae way or anither it'll gang to yer accoont, said Miss Lammie.
In her anger she did not see the sloppy dishclout on the scullery chair, on which she sank exhausted by her rage. "Oh, but I let him have it," swaggered John. "I threatened to knock the fleas off him. The other boys were on his side, or I would have walloped him." "Atweel, they would a' be on his side," she cried. "But it's juist envy, Johnny.
"O Nelly, Nelly!" said Jock, "is't you is't you? gie's a haud o' yer hand, woman oh, gie's a haud o' yer hand, for I canna speak." "Atweel no," said Nelly; "if ye had on yer claes, and were butt at the kitchen fire, I micht maybe gie ye my hand, if it were to do ye guid; but, as lang as ye lie there, and roar and squall that gate, ye needna look for a hand o' mine."
"Hoots! my mither's sister's daughter was her nurse," said he. "Helen Raeburn they ca' her, and her man's ane o' the Macdonalds. Trust me, but I ha'e heard monie a tale o' thae Drummonds, their faither and mither and their gudesire and minnie an' a'." "What is Angus like, Sam?" said I. "Atweel, he's a bonnie laddie; but no just " Sam stopped short and pulled a face.
"The beast winna stir thee," said Janet, "it has, like its auld mistress, mair regard for the martyr's seed." Having hereupon taken advantage of a pause in Janet's discourse, we at once stated the subject of our inquiry. "Ay, ay," said Janet; "and atweel there is a connection betwixt that bonny angel stane, and the pool ca'ed Porter's Hole. Ay, is there; an an awfu' connection it is.
"Mahogany?" "Ay, maybe that's it: I ken it minded me o' mud and muggins. Atweel, my cousin tauld me they'd a rare call for siccan wood, and being vara costly, they'd hit o' late in the trade on a new way o' making furniture, as did nae come to sae mickle they ca' it veneer." "Oh yes, I know," said I. "Ay, ye'll hae seen it i' London toun, I daur say? all that's bad's safe to gang there."
There was then an insinuating smoothness in his speech, a flattering, almost fawning glibness of tongue, which the simple folks knew no art to withstand. He seemed abundantly grateful for some unexplained benefits received from Ralph. "Atweel," Wilson would say, with his eyes on the ground, "atweel I lo'e the braw chiel as 'twere my ain guid billie."
"Atweel, Miss Cary, the discourse was no that ill for a Prelatist," was the answer. And that was as much admiration as I could get from Helen. There was more talk about Mr Whitefield this morning at breakfast. I cannot tell what has come to Angus. Going to hear Mr Whitefield preach at Monks' Brae seems to have made him worse instead of better.
I believe Sam thinks all Londoners a pack of thieves. "Atweel, Miss Cary, there's a gran' sicht o' veneered Christians i' this country. They look as spic-span, and as glossy, and just the richt shade o' colour, and bonnily grained, and a' that till ye get ahint 'em, and then ye see that, saving a thin bit o' facing, they're just common deal, like ither folk.
This was a lassie wi' black hair, and e'en like the new wood the minister has his dinner-table, wi' the fine name what ca' ye that, now?" "Mahogany?" said I. "Ay, it has some sic fremit soun'," said old Elspie, rather scornfully. 'Tis the finest thing going for keeping a lassie in gude health, and it suld be drinkit in the spring. Atweel, what's her name wi' the copper-colourit e'en?"
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