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"It's well kent " began Hendry, and would have recalled his words. Hendry Munn, "cried the precentor," if you hae minded onything that may help us, out wi't." "I was just minding," the kirk officer answered reluctantly, "that Nanny allows it's Mr. Dishart that has been keeping her frae the poorhouse. You canna censure him for that, Tammas." "Can I no?" retorted Whamond.
Dishart noticed that there was a knife for the butter, as the music of the river by a man who is catching trout. Perhaps it was well that Nanny had these matters to engross her, for though Gavin spoke freely, he was saying nothing of lasting value, and some of his remarks to the Egyptian, if preserved for the calmer contemplation of the morrow, might have seemed frivolous to himself.
To gie her her due, she's cracky, and as for her being a cuttie, you've said yoursel, Mr. Dishart, that we're all desperately wicked, But we're sair tried. Has it ever struck you that the trouts bites best on the Sabbath? God's critturs tempting decent men." "Come alang," cried the Tilliedrum man, impatiently. "I'm coming, but I maun give Mr. Dishart permission to pass first. Hae you heard, Mr.
"Bless her rather," the son cried, "for warning us that the sojers is coming. Put your ear to the ground, Mr. Dishart, and you'll hear the dirl o' their feet." The young man rushed away to the square, flinging his father from him. Gavin followed.
Dishart, I do believe you like me all the time." "Can a man like a woman against his will?" Gavin blurted out. "Of course he can," said the Egyptian, speaking as one who knew. "That is the very nicest way to be liked." Seeing how agitated Gavin was, remorse filled her, and she said in a wheedling voice "It is all over, and no one will know."
"You're a pack o' liars," roared Rob, desperately, "and if you say again that ony wandering hussy has haud o' the minister, I'll let you see whether I can loup at throats." "But what makes you look for Mr. Dishart here?" he demanded, with an uneasy look at the light in the mudhouse. "Go hame," replied the precentor, "and deliver up the machine you stole, and leave this Session to do its duty.
"Dinna say that," said Nanny, anxiously, "or I'll be fleid about the siller." "Don't fear about it. Mr. Dishart will get some of it to-morrow at the Kaims. I would bring it here, but I cannot come so far to- morrow." "Then I'll hae peace to the end o' my days," said the old woman, "and, Babbie, I wish the same to you wi' all my heart."
"No, and for the reason he didna deny the cloak: because it's no worth his while. I'll tell you wha your friend had seen. It would be somebody that would like to be Mrs. Dishart. There's a hantle o' that kind. Ay, lassie, but wishing winna land a woman in a manse." "It was one of the soldiers," Babbie said, "who told me about her. He said Mr. Dishart introduced her to him." "Sojers!" cried Nanny.
But the session's as puzzled as yoursel', Babbie." "Perhaps more puzzled," answered the Egyptian, with a smile that challenged Gavin's frowns to combat and overthrow them. "What surprises me, Mr. Dishart, is that such a great man can stoop to see whether women are pretty or not. It was very good of you to remember me to-day. I suppose you recognized me by my frock?"
"But no," she continued, reflectively, "if I go for the tea, you must go for the water." "Lassie," cried Nanny, "mind wha you're speaking to. To send a minister to the well!" "I will go," said Gavin, recklessly lifting the pitcher. "The well is in the wood, I think?" "Gie me the pitcher, Mr. Dishart," said Nanny, in distress. "What a town there would be if you was seen wi't!"
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