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"I ken it's his wull," answered Cosmo: his master never took notice whether he spoke in broad Scotch or bastard English "I ken mears maun dee, but eh! SHE was sic a guid ane! Sir! I canna bide it." "Ye ken wha sits by the deein' sparrow?" said Mr. Simon, himself taking to the dialect. "Cosmo there was a better nor Grizzie, an' nearer to Linty a' the lang nicht.
Mester Blair had what they ca' an opera gless wi' him, an' he handed it to me to look throo. Sandy in wi' his hand intil his greatcoat pooch, an' oot wi' his spygless, a great lang thing' like a barber's pole, that he wan at a raffle at the Whin Inn. There was a chappie deein' on the stage.
Robert went next, with long quiet strides, and Andrew followed with gray, bowed head. Grannie was not in her chair. The doors which during the day concealed the bed in which she slept, were open, and there lay the aged woman with her eyes closed. The room was as it had always been, only there seemed a filmy shadow in it that had not been there before. 'She's deein', sir, whispered Betty.
He gangs here an' he gangs there jist as he likes. It's whan naebody kens whaur he is, that I ken, an' gang till him." "Is he i' the hoose?" "Na, he's no i' the hoose." "Whaur is he than, Phemy?" said Malcolm coaxingly. "There's ill fowk aboot 'at's efter deein' him an ill turn." "The mair need no to tell!" retorted Phemy. "But I want to tak care 'o 'im.
"O Lord," she said in her great trusting heart, "gien my bonny man be droonin' i' the watter, or deein' o' cauld on the hill-side, haud 's han'. Binna far frae him, O Lord; dinna lat him be fleyt." To Janet, what we call life and death were comparatively small matters, but she was very tender over suffering and fear.
Where's that pitch-pipe? We'n gated wrang twice o' ready! Come in, wi' tho'! 'By th' mass, said Dick, dartin' back; 'I'd forgetten o' about it. I'se never seen through this job, to my deein' day. An' off he ran, an' laft owd Pudge sit upo' th' organ, grinnin' at him.... That's a nice do, isn't it, Nanny?" "Eh," said the old woman, "I never yerd sich a tale i' my life.
Nowe, lass, he never knowed me until one neet he seemed to come to hissel, and then he looked at me and said, "Mother!" But it wur all he said he never spok' at after. 'Yi; but yo' see'd yur lad dee and mine deed afore I could get to him. 'That is so, lass! but as aw stood an' see'd mine deein', I would ha' gien onything if I could ha' shut mi een, or not bin wi' him.
"'Janet, go up and tell the lass' he always called Margaret that it was a kind of pet name he had for her 'that I'm deein' and ask her to come down and speak to me afore I'm gone. "Master, I went. Margaret was sitting in her room all alone in the cold and dark, staring at the wall. I told her what our father had said. She never let on she heard me. I pleaded and wept, Master.
"Annie's deein', Drumsheugh, an' Tammas is like tae brak his hert." "That's no lichtsome, doctor, no lichtsome ava, for a' dinna ken ony man in Drumtochty sae bund up in his wife as Tammas, and there's no a bonnier wumman o' her age crosses our kirk door than Annie, nor a cleverer at her wark. Man, ye 'ill need tae pit yir brains in steep. Is she clean beyond ye?"
For what would it be but clean impidence o' me to think 'at there was a time when I was sittin whaur I'm sittin the noo and thinkin 't i' the vera kirk! I would be nearhan' deein for shame!" "Didn't you ever think, Isy, that maybe I might marry you some day?" said James jokingly, confident in the gulf between them. "Na, no ance. I kenned better nor that!
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