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''Deed I cudna mak naething o' 'm. Gin I cud only win at that, maybe I cud play him a plisky. But he coupit ower three glasses o' whusky, an' the mair he drank the less he wad say. An' sae I left him. 'Well, take care what you're about, Shargar. I don't think Dr. Anderson would like you to be in such company, said Robert; and Shargar departed to his own room and his version.
Gin there war a God, wadna it jist be sae that we cudna prove him to be, I mean? 'Perhaps. That is something. I have often thought of that. But then you can't prove anything about it. 'I canna help thinkin' o' what Mr. Innes said to me ance. I was but a laddie, but I never forgot it.
She was greitin' about a bairnie she had lost, an' I kent weel whaur the bairnie was doon in a cave upo' the shore, I thoucht an' was jist yirnin' to gang till her an' tell her, an' stop the greitin' o' her hert, but I cudna muv han' nor fit, naither cud I open my mou' to cry till her. An' I gaed dreamin' on at the same thing ower an' ower, a' the time I was asleep.
Then finally, in despair, as she handed me a boiled potato one day, I fixed my searching Yankee brown eyes on her blue-Presbyterian, non-committal ones, and asked, "What is this vegetable, Susanna?" In an instant she withdrew herself, her soul, her ego, so utterly that I felt myself gazing at an inscrutable stone image, as she replied, "I cudna say, mam." This was too much!
It was awfu'. An' it grew waur and waur, till the only comfort I had was that I cudna live lang. And wi' that the thocht o' God cam' into my heid, and it seemed as gin I had a richt, as it war, to call upon him-�I was sae miserable. "And there cam' ower me a quaietness, and like a warm breath o' spring air. I dinna ken what it was-�but it set me upo' my feet, and I startit to follow the lave.
He was oot mebbe a quarter o' a beat in his time, but the auld words had their power; 'twas like as if I heard my mither's voice again, an' I cudna sing for greetin', but my hairt aye keepit time, an' I resolved then no' to let Kirsty sing the hymes ony mair but I'm misdootin' I've been wrang." Backward rolled the night and onward rolled the day as we kept our vigil by the dying bed.
Aifter ye 've carried the bukes afore ae minister for five and thirty year, ye're no anxious for a change; naebody 'll ever come doon the kirkyaird like the Doctor, an' a' cudna brak ma step; na, na, there's no mony things a' michtna learn, but a' cudna brak ma step."
Even whan ye boucht a man an' paid for him, accordin' to the Jewish law, ye cudna mak a slave o' 'im for a'thegither, ohn him seekin' 't himsel'. Eh! gin she could only get my father hame! sighed Robert, after a pause. 'What should she want him home for? asked Dr. Anderson, still making conversation. 'I didna mean hame to Rothieden.
Ye ken 'at I jist cudna du onything o' the sort! I'm jist ashamed to deny't! 'Hoo am I to ken? There's nae a wuman born but wad fain hae him til hersel! Kirsty held her peace for pity, thinking what she could say to convince her of Gordon's faithlessness. 'He didna say he hadna promised? resumed Phemy through her sobs. 'We camna upo' that. 'That's what I'm thinkin!
"Cud he gane in dookin' wi' them on?" thocht I to mysel'. I cudna see throo't ava. I gaed awa' to the shop door juist to look oot, an' I sees Pottie Lawson, Bandy Wobster, an' twa-three mair at the tap o' the street lauchin' like ony thing. I throo the key i' the door in a blink, an' up the street I goes.
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