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She's a gran' ane yon, only some saft, I doobt." For the lady, she rode away sadly strengthened in her doubts whether there could be a God in the world not because there were in it such men as she took Malcolm for, but because such a lovely animal had fallen into his hands.
Oot o' my sicht, I tell ye! Lord, I kenna hoo I'm to win ower 't! No to a' eternity, I doobt!" He turned from her with a tearing groan, and went feeling for the open door, like one struck blind. "Oh, father, father!" cried James, "forgie my mither afore ye gang, or my hert 'ill brak. It's the awfu'est thing o' ony to see you twa striven!" "She's no sorry, no ae bit sorry!" said Peter.
"But allooin', hoo sud that affec' my bargain wi' you Mr. Henderson? Siller i' the pooch canna tak obligation frae the back." "Drivin' things to the wa', nae doobt!" returned the farmer. "I micht certainly hae ta'en the law o' ye, failin' yer appearance. But amo' freen's, that cudna be; an' 'deed, Mr. Warlock, gien a body wad be captious, michtna he say it wad hae been mair freen'ly to beg aff?"
Cartier often preceded his observations, I believe, by the words "When I was a rebel;" and old George Crawford, of the Upper Province, a magnificent specimen of a Scotch Upper Canadian, once said, "Cartier, my frind, ye'll be awa to England and see the Queen, and when ye come bock aw that aboot ye're being a robbell, as no doobt ye were, will never be hard again.
"Ow, ay; nae doobt. But aneath this lift, and breathin' the houpfu' air o' this divine darkness." Annie did not quite understand him. "I maun gang back to Alec," she said. "Ye'll come ower the morn, Mr Cupples, and hear a' aboot him?" "I will do that, my bairn. Hoo do they ca' ye�-for I forget names dreidfu'?" "Annie Anderson."
'It seems to me, Mr. Innes, said MacGregor, 'that ye hae hit the nail, but no upo' the heid. What mak' ye o' the phrase, no confined to the Scots tongue, I believe, o' an eaves-drapper? The whilk, no doobt, represents a body that hings aboot yer winnock, like a drap hangin' ower abune it frae the eaves therefore called an eaves drapper.
"What ken I aboot it?" she returned angrily. "What sud I ken?" "Ye micht ken whether the wuman's been sayin' 't or no." "Wha has ony doobt aboot that?" "Mistress Stewart has been sayin' she's my mither, than?" "Ay what for no?" returned Miss Horn, with a piercing glower at the youth. "Guid forfen'!" exclaimed Malcolm.
"Weel, ye're no ower young to need to be ta'en guid care o' are ye, Tibbie?" Tibbie grunted. "Weel, to come to the pint. There's nae doobt the hoose wants a hantle o' doctorin'." "'Deed does't," interposed Tibbie. "It'll want a new door. For forbye 'at the door's maist as wide as twa ordinar doors, it was ance in twa halves like a chop-door.
"Muckle the same as usual, laird, an' I thank ye," answered Jeames, with a large smile. "I'm no jist upo' the ro'd to be what they ca' a millionaire, an' I'm no jist upon the perris something atween the twa, I'm thinkin'." "I doobt there's mair o' ane's in like condition, Jeames," responded the laird, "or we wad na be comin' to tax yer skeel at this present."
"Yon divot 'at ye flang aff o' Luckie Lapp's riggin'," said Curly, "cam' richt o' the back o' my heid, as I lay o' the brae, and dang the blude oot at my niz. That's a'. Ye'll preten' ye didna see me, nae doobt." "I say, Curly," said Alec, putting his arm round his shoulders, and leading him aside, "we maun hae nae mair o' this kin' o' wark. It's a dam't shame!
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