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It is no great jump." "How far would you make it? I saw him again!" "It looked further that time." "That's it! Sometimes the ground he is on looks so near that you think you could almost drop on it, and the next time it's yards and yards awa. I've stood ready for the spring, Mr. Dishart, a dozen times, but I aye sickened. I daurna do it.
Dishart, that this is the exact height of what you were thinking about. See, Nanny, he is blushing as if I meant that he had been thinking about me. He cannot answer, Nanny: we have found him out."
The minister, however, harangued them on their sinfulness in daring to question the like of him, and they had to retire vanquished though dissatisfied. Then came the disclosures of Tammas Haggart, who was never properly secured by the Auld Lichts until Mr. Dishart took him in hand. It was Tammas who wrote anonymous letters to Mr.
"Ah, yes, I hope you will catch her, sergeant." "Sergeant," said Gavin, firmly, "I must " "You must, indeed, dear," said the Egyptian, "for you are sadly tired. Good-night, sergeant." "Your servant, Mrs. Dishart. Your servant, sir." "But ," cried Gavin. "Come, love," said the Egyptian, and she walked the distracted minister through the soldiers and up the manse road.
Duthie should have accompanied me, for the Websters are Established Kirk; ay, and so he would if Rashie-bog had not been bearing. A terrible snare this curling, Mr. Dishart" here the doctor sighed "I have known Mr. Duthie wait until midnight struck on Sabbath and then be off to Rashie-bog with a torch." "I will go with you," Gavin said, putting on his coat. "Jump in then. You won't smoke?
Even with three wicks it gave but a stime of light, and never allowed the weaver to see more than the half of his loom at a time. Sometimes Cree used threads for wicks. He was too dull a man to have many visitors, but Mr. Dishart called occasionally and reproved him for telling his mother lies.
Dishart, however, had been brought up in the true way, and seldom gave his people a chance. In time, it may be said, they grew despondent, and settled in their uncomfortable pews with all suspicion of lurking heresy allayed. It was only on such Sabbaths as Mr. Dishart changed pulpits with another minister that they cocked their ears and leant forward eagerly to snap the preacher up. Mr.
One of his duties was to precede the minister from the session-house to the pulpit and open the door for him. Having shut Mr. Dishart in he strolled away to his seat. When a strange minister preached, Hendry was, if possible, still more at his ease. This will not be believed, but I have seen him give the pulpit-door on these occasions a fling-to with his feet.
"I hereby swear," said Wearyworld, authoritatively, "that this is no the Egyptian. Signed, Peter Spens, policeman, called by the vulgar, Wearyworld. Mr. Dishart, you can pass, unless you'll bide a wee and gie us your crack." "You have not found the gypsy, then?" Gavin asked. "No," the other policeman said, "but we ken she's within cry o' this very spot, and escape she canna."
"By your face," he replied, boldly; "by your eyes." "Nanny," exclaimed the Egyptian, "did you hear what the minister said?" "Woe is me," answered Nanny, "I missed it." "He says he would know me anywhere by my eyes." "So would I mysel'," said Nanny. "Then what colour are they, Mr. Dishart?" demanded Babbie. "Don't speak, Nanny, for I want to expose him." She closed her eyes tightly.
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