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A've naither wife nor bairns o' ma own, an' a' coont a' the fouk o' the Glen ma family. Div ye think a' wudna save Annie if I cud? If there wes a man in Muirtown 'at cud dae mair for her, a'd have him this verra nicht, but a' the doctors in Perthshire are helpless for this tribble.
"Not at all, sir; but I doobt that's what it'll come til atween you and Maggie!" "You mean that she will not marry?" "I mean that she winna merry you, sir." "But just think how much more she could do for Christ as the minister's wife!" "I'm 'maist convinced she wad coont merryin you as tantamount to refusin to lea' a' for the Son o' Man." "Why should she think that?"
He put down the vessel with a startled jolt that betrayed his fright. "God be aboot us! Coont, ye near gied me a stroke there." "Oh, I demand pardon!" said Count Victor ironically. "I forgot that a man of your age should not be taken by surprise." "My age!" repeated Mungo, with a tone of annoyance. "No' sae awfu' auld either.
"Ye see, my lord gien it be sae I maun ca' ye, an' Ma'colm seems to ken we're like by oorsel's for the present, an' we're but a rouch set o' fowk for such like 's yer lordship to haud word o' mou' wi'; but gien it wad please ye to come ower the gait ony time i' the evenin', an' tak yer share o' what's gauin', ye sud be walcome, an' we wad coont it a great honour frae sic 's yer lordship."
"Weel, gin ye come in for a barrel or twa, ye may coont upo' me to tak it aff yer han', at the ordinar' price�-to the wholesale merchan's, ye ken�-wi' maybe a sma' discoont for orderin' 't afore the whaul was ta'en." The day drew near. He had bidden all his friends farewell.
"The foreigner?" said he, as if there were so many in his experience that some discrimination was called for. "Oh ay, the Coont. A gey queer birkie yon! He's no' awa yet. He's sittin' on his dowp yet, waitin' a dispensation o' Providence that'll gie him a heeze somewhere else." "Is he is he with her?" said Simon. "Oh, thereaboots, thereaboots," admitted Mungo, cautiously.
I kenna hoo to shape my petition, for I'm a' i' the dark; but deliver him some gait, Lord, I pray thee, for his mither's sake! ye ken what she is! I dinna coont for onything, but ye ken her! Lord, deliver the hert o' her frae the awfu'est o' a' her fears. Lord, a hypocreet! a Judas-man!" More of what he said, I cannot tell; somehow this much has reached my ears.
A' 've naither wife nor bairns o' ma own, an' a' coont a' the fouk o' the Glen ma family. Div ye think a' wudna save Annie if I cud? If there wes a man in Muirtown 'at cud dae mair for her, a' 'd have him this verra nicht; but a' the doctors in Perthshire are helpless for this tribble.
But the moment fowk says wha I am ye touch na a poun'-not' mair, an' I coont mysel' free to pursue onything I can pruv agane ye." Mrs. Catanach attempted a laugh of scorn, but her face was gray as putty and its muscles declined response. "Ay or no?" said Malcolm. "I winna gar ye sweir, for I wad lippen to yer aith no a hair."
"Ye canna be the same again, for a' coont, gin ony man loves a wumman wi' a leal hert, whether she answer or no, or whether she even kens, he 's been the gainer, an' the harvest will be his for ever. "It hes seemed to me that nae luve is proved an' crooned for eternity onless the man hes forgotten himsel' an' is willin' tae live alane gin the wumman he luves sees prosperity.
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