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Ye daurna say he didna du his best for her here, and wull he no du his best for her there as weel? 'Doobtless, Dauvid! But ye fricht me! It souns jist rank papistry naither mair nor less! What can he du? He canna dee again for ane 'at wudna turn til 'im i' this life! The thing's no to be thoucht! 'Hoo ken ye that, wuman? Ye hae jist thoucht it yersel!
The mair 's the peety he sud hae hed the milk o' an honest wuman upo' the tap o' that!" "But what cud the auld runt be efter? What was her business wi' 't? She never did onything for the bairn." "Na, no she! She never had the chance, guid or ill Ow! doobtless it wad be anent what they ca' the eedentryfeein' o' im to the leddy o' Gersefell. She had sent her. But she made little o' me."
Doobtless the rascal ran awa and left her to fen for hersel; naebody would help her; and she had to beg the breid for hersel, and the drap milk for the bairnie; sae that at last she lost hert and left it, jist as Hagar left hers aneath the buss i' the wilderness afore God shawed her the bonny wall o' watter." "I kenna whilk o' them was the warst father or mither!" cried Maggie.
And Robert, recalling the outbreak of terrible grief which he had heard on that memorable night, really thought that his project would bring comfort to a mind burdened with such care, and went on with the exposition of his plan. 'A' them 'at sits doon to the supper o' the Lamb 'll sit there because Christ suffert the punishment due to their sins winna they, grannie? 'Doobtless, laddie.
But I would hae had no occasion to dwall upo' the fac', gien he had ever gi'en me, noo or than, jist a wee bit sign o' ony affection!" "Ay, doobtless! but signs are nae preefs! The affection, as ye ca' 't, may be there, and the signs o' 't wantin! But I ken weel hoo the hert o' ye 's workin, my ain auld dautie!" he added, anxious to comfort her who was dearer to him than son or daughter.
Ye aye tuik pairt, mither, wi' the muckle deil that wad na rist till he had my sowl in his deepest pit!" "The Lord kens his ain: he'll see that they come throuw unscaumit!" "The Lord disna mak ony hypocreet o' purpose doobtless; but gien a man sin efter he has ance come to the knowledge o' the trowth, there remaineth for him ye ken the lave o' 't as weel as I dee mysel, mother!
And ye min' hoo he stude 'atween are far waur nor her, and the ill men that would fain hae shamet her, and sent them oot like sae mony tykes thae gran' Pharisees wi their tails tuckit in 'atween their legs! Sair affrontit they war, doobtless! But I maun be gaein, mem, for we're no vera like to agree!
"Doobtless: the Makker has taen a heap o' pains wi the skin! Ony gait, yon lassie's ane amang ten thoosan! Jeemie sud be on his k-nees til her this vera moment no sitting there glowerin as gien his twa een war twa bullets fired aff, but never won oot o' their barrels!" "Hoot! wad ye hae him gang on his k-nees til ony but the Ane!"
"It stan's to rizzon, my lord," answered Malcolm, "that what's ill made maun be made ower again. There's a day comin' whan a' 'at's wrang 'll be set richt, ye ken." "And the crooked made straight," suggested the marquis laughing. "Doobtless, my lord. He'll be strauchtit oot bonny that day," said Malcolm with absolute seriousness. "Bah!
For auld Jean, wham I min' a weel faured wuman, though doobtless no sae bonny as whan he broucht her wi' 'im a yoong lass maybe to gar her haud her tongue auld Jean said as I say. But that was lang efter the thing was ower auld to be ta'en ony notice o' mair.
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