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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Hoots! fling't frae ye, than, lass," he returned. "Is this a day to be thinkin' o' warl' 's gear?" "What for no, Robert?" she rejoined. "Ae day's as guid's anither for thinkin' aboot onything the richt gait." "What!" retorted Robert, " whan we hae ta'en oor lives in oor han', an' can no more than houp we may cairry them throu' safe!" "What's that 'at ye ca' oor lives, Robert?
"Hoots! gang awa up to the laird, an' lea' me to get my breath an' your supper thegither," said Grizzie, who saw to what she had exposed herself. "An' I wuss ye may see the neist kelpy yersel'! Only whatever ye du, Cosmo, dinna m'unt upo' the back o' 'im, for he'll cairry ye straucht hame til 's maister; an' we a' ken wha HE is."
"I hae aye coontit Mary Magdalen are o' the Lord's ain yowies, that he left the lave i' the wilderness to luik for: this is sic anither! Gien ye help Him to come upon her, ye'll cairry her hame 'atween ye rej'icin!
It wud tak' a gey pair o' weengs to cairry Ribekka, I tell ye. "A'ye genna gie's a kiss, Ribekka?" Jeems says after a whilie; an' Ribekka gae a bit geegle, an' then whispers laich in, "Help yoursel', Jeemie" an' there they were at it like twa young anes.
"It'll be lang," he vowed to himsel, "or Willie Wabster hear the last o' this! and langer yet or he see the glint o' the siller he thoucht he was yirnin by 't! It's come and cairry 't hame himsel he sall, the muckle idiot! He may turn 't intil a breid-kist, or what he likes, the gomf!"
"I was aye sure ye was for fair play, my lord." "It's little enough I've ever had," said the marquis. "Sae lang's we gie plenty, my lord, it maitters less hoo muckle we get. A'body likes to get it." "That doctrine won't carry you far, my lad." "Far eneuch, gien 't cairry me throu', my lord." "How absolute the knave is!" said his lordship good humouredly.
Before dawn by the water-gate, and then a chair and a trusty man to cairry it to the plaace of discovery. Ye have appainted the spoat?" "Any ditch in the Marylebone fields," said Bedloe. "And before ye remove it on the Tuesday naight haply ye will run the boady through with his swaard Sir Edmund's swaard." "So you tell me," said Bedloe gruffly, "but I see no reason in it.
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