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Go ahead, Custy." Christie. "She bade the music play for him, for music brightens thoucht; ony way, he chose the leed kist. "Kess," roared the company. Chorus, led by Flucker. "Hurraih!" "Flucker, behave!" "Hur-raih!" He then solemnly reflected. "Na! but it's na hurraih, decency requires amen first an' hurraih afterward; here's kissin plenty, but I hear nae word o' the minister.
"And, Custy," said he, "there's plenty wind getting up, your fish will be sair hashed; put them off your hands, I rede ye." Christie. "Ay, lad! Flucker, hide, an' when I play my hand sae, ye'll run in an cry, 'Cirsty, the Irishman will gie ye twenty-two schellin the cran." Flucker. "Ye ken mair than's in the catecheesm, for as releegious as ye are." The Leith merchant was Mr.
The baddish boy entered, took up a position and remained apparently passive, hands in pockets. Christie. "Aweel, what est?" Flucker. "Custy." Christie. "What's your will, my manny?" Flucker. "Custy, I was at Inch Keith the day." Christie. "And hae ye really come to Edinbro' to tell me thaat?" "Oh! ye ken the lasses are a hantle wiser than we are will ye hear me?
Ye'll obsairve, young woman, that kissin's the prologue to sin, and I'm a decent mon, an' a gray-headed mon, an' your licht stories are no for me; sae if the minister's no expeckit I shall retire an' tak my quiet gill my lane." Jean Carnie. "And div ye really think a decent cummer like Custy wad let the lad and lass misbehave thirsels?
Alienis studiis delectatus contempsit suum. His destiny was to be a bad painter, so he wanted to be an execrable poet. All this morning he had been doggreling, when he ought to have been daubing; and now he will have to sup off a colored print, if he sups at all. Christie read, blushed, and put the verses in her bosom. "Come awa, Custy," said Jean.
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