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"I was feart they wad think it my wite, an' no lat me tak chairge o' ye ony mair, whauras I kent ye was safer wi' me nor wi' ony ither aboot the place. Gien it had been my wite, I cudna hae hauden my tongue; but as it was, I didna see I was b'un' to tell." "Hoo did ye hide it?" "I ran wi' he hame to oor ain hoose. There was naebody there.
He's some ill for bitin'. I'll be efter ye direckly. Rorie's saiddlet an' bridled. He only wants his carpet-shune. Robert led the horse a few hundred yards, then stopped and waited. Shargar soon joined him, already mounted on Red Roderick. 'Here's yer bonnet, Robert. It's some foul, I doobt. But I cudna help it. Gang on, man. Up wi' ye.
'He's dune a' 'at he can for him, I doobt, already. 'Duv ye think 'at God cudna save a man gin he liket, than, grannie? 'God can do a'thing. There's nae doobt but by the gift o' his speerit he cud save a'body. 'An' ye think he's no mercifu' eneuch to do 't? 'It winna do to meddle wi' fowk's free wull. To gar fowk he gude wad be nae gudeness.
Haud ye the licht upo' yer ain face, lass, an' there 's feow 'll hae the hert to luik again." "Haith, mem, there's twa sic like o' 's!" returned Jean bitterly, and bounced from the room. "That's true tu," said her mistress adding after the door was shut, "It's a peety we cudna haud on thegither." "I'm gaein' noo, Jean," she called into the kitchen as she crossed the threshold at eight o'clock.
I'm nae leein'. The fac's jist this: I cudna bide ahin' ye ony langer. 'But what, the muckle lang-tailed deevil! am I to do wi' ye? returned Robert, in real perplexity, though only pretended displeasure. 'Gie me something to ate, an' I'll tell ye what to do wi' me, answered Shargar.
There was a fule body that wantit sair to sit doon wi' 's. But what cud we do? We cudna ken whether he had savin' grace or no, for the body cudna speyk that a body cud unnerstan' him?" "And ye didna lat him sit doon wi' ye?" "Na. Hoo cud we?" "The Lord didna dee for him, did he?" "We cudna tell." "And what did the puir cratur do?"
Ay, he tellt her aboot me, an' hoo I had gane and droont mysel'. I could hear 'maist ilka word 'at he said; for ye see the flurin' here 's no verra soon', and I was jist 'at I cudna help hearkenin'. My lord's aff the nicht, as I tell ye. It's a queer gait, but a quaiet, he thinks, nae doobt. Gin onybody wad but tell her hoo mony een the baron's made sair wi' greitin'!
"You must take care of her when I am gone, Malcolm, murmured the marquis; and his voice was now gentle with sadness and broken with misery. "Me, my lord!" returned Malcolm. "Wha wad min' me? An' what cud I du wi' her? I cudna even haud her ohn wat her feet. Her leddy's maid cud du mair wi' her though I wad lay doon my life for her, as I tauld ye, my lord an' she kens 't weel eneuch."
"You see the hoose was taen, at ony rate," continued Sanders. "An' I'll juist ging in til't instead o' Sam'l." "Quite so." "An' I cudna think to disappoint the lassie." "Your sentiments do you credit, Sanders," said the minister; "but I hope you do not enter upon the blessed state of matrimony without full consideration of its responsibilities. It is a serious business, marriage."
"He's mair thouchtless, I do believe, than ill contrived an' a' for 's fun. He spak unco kin' like to me, efterhin, but I cudna accep' it, ye see, efter the w'y he had saired my daddy. But wadna ye hae thoucht he was auld eneuch to ken better by this time?" "An auld fule 's the warst fule ava'," said Miss Horn.
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