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"A braw good-night to ye, Jeanie Deans," said the foremost female as the horse passed our heroine; "What think ye o' yon bonny hill yonder, lifting its brow to the moon? Trow ye yon's the gate to heaven, that ye are sae fain of? maybe we will win there the night yet, God sain us, though our minny here's rather dreigh in the upgang."
"A braw good-night to ye, Jeanie Deans," said the foremost female as the horse passed our heroine; "What think ye o' yon bonny hill yonder, lifting its brow to the moon? Trow ye yon's the gate to heaven, that ye are sae fain of? maybe we will win there the night yet, God sain us, though our minny here's rather dreigh in the upgang."
Aweel, Wully was an unco praying kind o' man; a dreigh body, nane o' my kind, I never could abide the sight o' him; onyway he was a great hand by his way of it, and he up and rebukit the Master for some of his on- goings. It was a grand thing for the Master o' Ball'ntrae to tak up a feud wi' a' wabster, wasnae't?"
There they are that were capering on their prancing nags four days since, and they are now ganging as dreigh and sober as oursells the day. They were a' glistening wi' gowd and silver; they're now as black as the crook. And Miss Lucy Ashton, that grudged when an honest woman came near her a taid may sit on her coffin that day, and she can never scunner when he croaks.
They say the water bude till ha' howkit them ance upon a time, an' they maun hae been fu' o' partans, an' lobsters, an' their frien's an' neebours; but they're heigh an' dreigh noo, as the fule said o' his minister, an' naething intill them but foumarts, an' otters, an' sic like." "Well, well, my lad, we'll see," said his lordship kindly and turning once more, he resumed his walk.
Lata is long and dreigh. Little wars an ill hussie what a dinner holds in. Lips go, laps go, he that eats, let him pay. Let alone makes many lurden. Little kens the wife that sits by the fire, how the wind blows cold in hurle-burle swyre. Little troubles the eye, but far lesse the soul. Love me little, and love me long. Many do lack, that yet would fain have in their pack.
My life is a bit dreigh," says he, pouring out the brandy; "I see little company, and sit and twirl my thumbs, and mind upon a great day that is gone by, and weary for another great day that we all hope will be upon the road. And so here's a toast to ye: The Restoration!" Thereupon we all touched glasses and drank.
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