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There's more discernment in a dog than a Jew. What garred ye curse your Board, McPhee? It's expensive. "'They'll pay more for the Breslau, I said. 'Get off my knee, ye smotherin' beast. "'Bearin's hot, eh? said McRimmon. 'It's thirty year since a man daur curse me to my face. Time was I'd ha' cast ye doon the stairway for that. "'Forgie's all! I said. He was wearin' to eighty, as I knew.
Gang to your ain freends and deave them!" He could only repeat the appealing "Kirstie!" "Kirstie, indeed!" cried the girl, her eyes blazing in her white face. "My name is Miss Christina Elliott, I would have ye to ken, and I daur ye to ca' me out of it. If I canna get love, I'll have respect, Mr. Weir. I'm come of decent people, and I'll have respect. What have I done that ye should lightly me?
'Hoo daur ye! she cried, forgetting her 'fine English' as well as her haughty pose. 'If it was true, it wud mean that ye've been judgin' me unfair, kennin' it was unfair, an' I'll never believe ye wud dae that. . . . So, Christina dear, listen to me an' gi'e me a chance. 'Oh, what's the use, she sighed with sudden weariness, 'what's the use o' pretendin', Macgreegor? 'Wha's pretendin'? 'You!
They crossed the bridge, high-hung over the Daur, by which on that black morning Gibbie fled; and here for the first time, with his three friends about him, he told on his fingers the dire deed of the night, and heard from Mrs. Sclater that the murderers had been hanged.
When they met Miss Kimble and her "young ladies," they were on their way from the coach-office to the minister's house in Daur Street. Gibbie knew every corner, and strange was the swift variety of thoughts and sensations that went filing through his mind.
Gien he daur to muv, jist gie him the haill bilin', bree an a', i' the ill face o' 'm; gien ye lat him up he'll kill's a'; only tak care an' haud aff o' the dog, puir fallow! I wad lay the stock o' yer murderin' gun i' the fire gien 'twarna 'at I reckon it's the laird's an' no yours. Ye're no fit to be trustit wi' a gun. Ye're waur nor a weyver."
"It s' be the waur for ye," she cried. Ye're no sic a witch as that comes till, though ye div ken a body's fit upo' the flags! My blin' luckie deddy can du mair nor that!" said Malcolm, irritated by her persistency, threats and evil looks. "Daur ye me?" she returned, her pasty cheeks now red as fire, and her wicked eyes flashing as she shook her clenched fist at him.
"Is there ony other body in the house?" "Have ye to work all night at yir books?" "Does he make ye brush his boots?" "What do ye call him in the house?" "Would ye call him Bulldog for a shilling's-worth of gundy if the garden gate was open?" "Has he ony apples in the garden?" "Would ye daur to lay a finger on them?" "How often have ye to wash yir hands?"
Ae mither's milk slockened ye baith. The same arms cradled ye. I bade ye keep your lord safe wi' your body and your soul. And there ye daur to stand, skin-hale and bane unbroken, before your mither. Get hence ye are nae son o' Barbara MacKim. Let me never look on your face again, gin ye bringna back the pride o' the warld, the gladness o' the auld withered heart o' her ye ca' your mither!"
Mason laughed and slapped his knee. "Man, indeed? He was just a lad down at Marsland School. I was there myself, you understand, the year after him. He was an awful clever lad beat every one at books an he could draw anything. You couldn't mak' much oot of his drawins, I daur say they were queer sorts o' things. I never could make head or tail on 'em myself.
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