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'What is the matter? asked the voice dearest to him in the world the voice of Miss St. John. He gave a cry of delight. Wrapped in the horse-cloth, Miss St. John did not know him. 'What is the matter? she repeated. 'Ow, naething, mem naething. Only I doobt we winna get ye hame the nicht. 'Is it you, Robert? she said, gladly recognizing his voice. 'Ay, it's me, and Mr. Ericson.
"Hoots! I hae seen the rose mony a time. Nae doobt it's bonnier to luik at " and here her fingers went moving about as if they were feeling the full-blown sphere of a rose "but I think, for my pairt, that the minnonette's likest Him." "May be," was all Annie's reply, and Tibbie went on. "There maun be faces liker him nor ithers. "Hoo can ye ken that? ye never saw him." "Never saw him!
The soutar's humour, however, aided by his violin, was a strong antidote against these evil influences. 'I doobt I'm gaein' to dee, Robert, he said at length one evening as the lad sat by his bedside. 'Weel, that winna do ye nae ill, answered Robert, adding with just a touch of bitterness 'ye needna care aboot that. 'I do not care aboot the deein' o' 't.
"And, forbye, they say he took a' his ain licks ohn said a word, and flew at the maister only whan he was gaein to lick the puir orphan lassie Jeames Anderson's lassie, ye ken." "Ow! ay. It's the same tale they a' tell. I hae nae doobt it's correck." With these conclusive words, Thomas departed.
"She had come throu' eneuch to hae some claim to be considert." "She maun hae been a richt guid ane," said Janet, "gien ilk ane o' the saiven wad be wantin' her again. But I s' warran' she kenned weel eneuch whilk o' them was her ain. I thoucht as muckle! the wee sangie's drappit itsel' a'thegither, jist as gien the laverock had fa'ntit intil 'ts nest. I doobt we'll hear nae mair o' 't."
Faith, it'll be weel into the mornin' or we win oot o' this. Tak care hoo ye gang. There's holes i' the auld hoose, I doobt. 'We'll tak gude care, ye may be sure, Hector, said Robert, as they left the bridge. The house to which Ericson was leading them was in the midst of a field. There was just light enough to show a huge mass standing in the dark, without a tree or shelter of any sort.
But a' that was naething compairateevely. I' the mids o' a quaiet contemplation, suddenly, wi' an awfu' stoon, a ghaistly doobt pat it's heid up i' my breist, and cried: 'It's a' fause. The grey luik o' life's the true ane, and the only aspec' ye hae a richt to see. And efter that, a' the whusky in Glenlivat cudna console me. Luik at me noo. Ye see what I am.
He's sic a leveller as was feow afore 'im, I doobt, wi' his gowd ringt man, an' his cloot cled brither! He pat me in twa min's, my lord, whan I got up, whether I wad touch my bonnet to yer lordship or no." Malcolm laughed with hearty appreciation.
"Varra weel; varra weel," Gowran had said when he was told of what was about to occur, and was desired to make preparations necessary in regard to the outside plenishing of the house; "nae doobt she'll do with her ain what pleases her ainself. The mair ye poor out, the less there'll be left in. Mr. Jo-ohn coming? I'll be glad then to see Mr. Jo-ohn. Oo, ay; aits, there'll be aits eneuch.
"I houp nane o' them's swallowed my nepkin!" he said musingly. "I'm no sure whaur I was sittin'. I hae my place i' the beuk, but I doobt I hae tint my place i' the gerse." Long before he had ended, for he spoke with utter deliberation, Gibbie was yards away, flitting hither and thither like a butterfly. A minute more and Donal saw him pounce upon his bundle, which he brought to him in triumph.
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