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"I hae whiles thoucht mysel', sir," said Malcolm, "it was gey strange like to hae a wuman o' the mak o' Mistress Catanach sittin' at the receipt o' bairns, like the gatekeeper o' the ither wan', wi' the hasp o' 't in her han': it doesna promise ower weel for them 'at she lats in.
I was at the blind side o' the electors, through their wives; and what man could hae dared to compete wi' the electors' wives, when they were determined to vote for me? The deacon professes to laugh at our authority. Puir man! he forgets, or doesna see, that there's no a man in the hail corporation wha is mair ruled, and mair dangerously ruled, by his wife than he is!
Ay, an' what's mair, the mere lauchin's no the important side o' humour, even though ye hinna to be telt to lauch. The important side's the other side, the sayin' the humorous things. I'll tell ye what: the humorist's like a man firin' at a target he doesna ken whether he hits or no till them at the target tells 'im."
John raised dull eyes and looked into his father's. Far within him a great wrath was gathering through his fear. Another voice, another self, seemed to whimper, with dull iteration, "I'll kill him; I'll kill him; by God, I'll kill him if he doesna stop this if he keeps on like this at me!" But his present and material self was paralyzed with fear.
"Losh, what would make him hod it?" demanded the old woman. "Folk that has cloaks doesna bury them in boxes." At the word "bury" Gavin's hand fell on the table, and he returned to Nanny apprehensively. "That would depend on how the cloak was got," said the cruel Egyptian. "If it was not his own " "Lassie," cried Nanny, "behave yoursel'."
"My good woman," said the lawyer, "I was but using an ordinary word, in perfect ignorance of any " "Come na, nane o' that crooked talk! Mary Lyon is nae bit silly Jenny Wren to be whistled off the waa' wi' ony siccan talk. Dinna tell me that a lawvier body doesna ken what 'harbouring rogues and vagabonds' means the innocent lamb that he is and him reading the Courier every Wednesday!"
"I conseeder her a beauty," said Pete, aggressively. "She's a' that," said Hendry. "A' I can say," said Hookey, "is 'at she taks me most michty." "She's no a beauty," Tammas maintained; "na, she doesna juist come up to that; but I dinna deny but what she's weel faured." "What taut do ye find wi' her, Tammas?" asked Hendry.
I hae seen her gang by the window wi' him, an' spiered at Watty wha he was." "I don't like Wat's telling tales of Mary." "He dinna, Davvit, till I pit it tae him. He canna bear the tawpie, and doesna like to hae her p'inted oot as his sister. A body canna blame the laddie. It's a heap better than his fa'in' in luv wi' her." "Perhaps it is," groaned Isabel.
"I've noticed it this while back, though I didna ken I had noticed it, Gavinia. I wonder what can be the reason?" "It's because nobody cares," Gavinia replied sadly. Trust one woman to know another! "We a' care," said Corp, stoutly. "We're a' as nothing, Corp, when he doesna care. She's fond o' him, man." "Of course she is, in a wy. Whaur's the woman that could help it?"
But it doesna rain thousands of pounds every day; so, to make a long tale short, I got a note of hand on the Bank of England for the sum, and, packing up my ends and my awls, left the ship.
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