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"Did she never lat on what there had been atween 's?" "Na, never. She kenned weel what would come o' that!" "What, mother?" "The ootside o' the door." "Think ye she ever tauld onybody?" "Mony ane, I doobtna." "Weel, I dinna believe 't, I hae nae fear but she's been dumb as deith!" "Hoo ken ye that? What for said she never ae word aboot ye til yer ain mither?"
I hae seen mony a ane dee that cud hae no faith i' the Saviour; but I never saw that fear that some gude fowk wud hae ye believe maun come at the last. I wadna like to tak to ony papistry; but I never cud mak oot frae the Bible and I read mair at it i' the jungle than maybe ye wad think that it's a' ower wi' a body at their deith.
"See, doctor, the shadow of deith is on him that never lifts. A've seen it afore, on ma father an' mither. A' canna leave him, a' canna leave him." "It's hoverin', Bell, but it hesna fallen; please God it never wull. Gang but and get some sleep, for it's time we were at oor work.
There's a knock that canna be mista'en, an' a' heard it last night. A've focht deith for ither fouk mair than forty year, but ma ain time hes come at laist. "A've nae tribble worth mentionin' a bit titch o' bronchitis an' a've hed a graund constitution; but a'm fair worn oot, Paitrick; that's ma complaint, an' its past curin'."
"A' didna keep buiks, as ye ken, for a' aye hed a guid memory, so naebody 'ill be harried for money aifter ma deith, and ye 'ill hae nae accoonts tae collect. "But the fouk are honest in Drumtochty, and they 'ill be offerin' ye siller, an' a'll gie ye ma mind aboot it.
His lordship obeyed, and Malcolm, who had been pulling off his boots as he spoke, now addressed Mair. "Here, Peter!" he said, "haud on to the tail o' that rope like grim deith. Na, I dinna want it roon' me; it's to gang roon' her. But dinna ye haul, for it micht hurt her, an' she'll lippen to me and come up o' hersel." "Dinna be feart, my bonny leddy: there's nae danger no ae grain. I'm comin'."
Twice Peter stood on his way home; the first time he slapped his leg and chuckled: "Sall, it was gey clever o' me; a hale kerridge o' Drumtochty lads, and no ane o' them ever hed a glint o' her." At the second stoppage he drew his hand across his eyes. "Puir lassie, a' houp her father 'ill be kind tae her, for she's sair broken, and looks liker deith than life."
"We 'ill gang and see Drumsheugh, Jess; he's anither man sin' Geordie Hoo's deith, and he wes aye kinder than fouk kent;" and the doctor passed at a gallop through the village, whose lights shone across the white frost-bound road. "Come in by, doctor; a' heard ye on the road; ye 'ill hae been at Tammas Mitchell's; hoo's the gudewife? a' doot she's sober."
"Na, na, never a queston!" interposed Peter; "no ane afore even the shaidow o' deith has left the hoose! Draw ye up to the table, my bonny bairn: this isna a time for ceremony, and there's sma' room for that ony day!"
Ance is a' wi' me.-�It's nae mony lasses wad hae tell't ye sic a thing. But I ken it's richt. Ye're the only ane that has my secret. Keep it, Curly." "Like Deith himsel'," said Curly. "Ye are a braw lass." "Ye maunna think ill o' me, Curly. I hae tell't ye the trowth." "Jist lat me kiss yer bonnie han' and I'll gang content."
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