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"Whisht, my bairn," said she, "and dinna murmur at the cross cross their door-stane! weel I wot I'll ne'er cross their door-stane. There's nae mark on their threshold for a signal that the destroying angel should pass by.
The shedding of this young man's blood will not call back the lives that were dear to me; and how can it comfort me to think that there has maybe been another widowed mother made childless, like mysell, by a deed done at my very door-stane!" "This is stark madness," said Claverhouse; "I must do my duty to church and state.
The shedding of this young man's blood will not call back the lives that were dear to me; and how can it comfort me to think that there has maybe been another widowed mother made childless, like mysell, by a deed done at my very door-stane!" "This is stark madness," said Claverhouse; "I must do my duty to church and state.
"Ou, sir, what can they be about but this grand news o' my lord," answered the old man, "that hasna been ower the door-stane, they threep to me, for this twenty years this grand news of his coming to visit your honour?" "Aha!" said Monkbarns; "and what do they say of that, Caxon?" "'Deed, sir, they hae various opinions.
Apparently the old woman heard the sound of their voices; for, ceasing her song, she called out, "Come in, sirs, come in good-will never halted at the door-stane." They entered, and found to their surprise Elspeth alone, sitting "ghastly on the hearth," like the personification of Old Age in the Hunter's song of the Owl,* "wrinkled, tattered, vile, dim-eyed, discoloured, torpid." * See Mrs.
So soon as Hobbie recognised the figure of Annaple, in her red cloak and black hood, he could not help exclaiming to himself, "What ill luck can hae brought the auld nurse sae far frae hame, her that never stirs a gun-shot frae the door-stane for ordinar?
''Deed I'll hae naething o' the kin'. I'll sleep upo' the flure, or else upo' the door-stane. Man, I'm no clean eneuch efter what I've come throu sin' I drappit frae the window-sill i' the ga'le-room. But jist len' me yer plaid, an' I'll sleep upo' the rug here as gin I war i' Paradees. An' faith, sae I am, Robert. Ye can jist gie me a kick, an' I'll be up afore ye can gie me anither.
Apparently the old woman heard the sound of their voices; for, ceasing her song, she called out, "Come in, sirs, come in good-will never halted at the door-stane." They entered, and found to their surprise Elspeth alone, sitting "ghastly on the hearth," like the personification of Old Age in the Hunter's song of the Owl,* "wrinkled, tattered, vile, dim-eyed, discoloured, torpid." * See Mrs.
"Whisht, my bairn," said she, "and dinna murmur at the cross cross their door-stane! weel I wot I'll ne'er cross their door-stane. There's nae mark on their threshold for a signal that the destroying angel should pass by.
You hae gi'en me an insult, Angus Raith, and dinna cross my door-stane any more, till you get the invite to do so." She stepped within her open door and faced him. Her eyes blazed, her whole attitude was that of defiance. The passions, which in well-bred women are educated clean down out of sight, were in Maggie Promoter's tongue tip and finger tips.
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