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Weel, weel, if Madam does fancy the lad an' he's no bad lookin', I'll say that she may just hae her ain way, and I'll keep my e'e on baith. He looked grimly at the young man as he came briskly forward with a gay smile. 'Ye're a verra early bird, he said, fondling his frill of white hair, and looking keenly at the tall, slim figure of the Frenchman.
The tear was aften in her e'e when the bairns were at the school; but when they came home, her spirit was lighted up with gladness, although, poor woman, she had many a time very little to give them.
"The Laird wad ha'e had ye come wi' yon lanky loon wi' the glass of his e'e," went on Sam: "he was bound frae Carlisle to London this neist month. But Mrs Kezia, she wan him o'er to send me for ye. An' I was for to say that gin the minister wad like Miss Flora to gang wi' ye, I micht care ye baith, or onie ither young damsel wha's freens wad like to ha'e her sent soothwards."
"What wud there be to hear aboot that?" says I. "Oor ane's juist the very same; he's near-hand aye late." "Wha?" says Sandy, wi' a winderin' look in his e'e. "Oor postie!" says I; "he's aye late. You'll of'en hear his whistle i' the street when it's efter ten o'clock at nicht."
Moore had seen to that. And there he would lie awake and listen with a fierce contempt as his father, hours later, lurched into the kitchen below, lilting liquorishly: "We are na fou, we're nae that fou, But just a drappie in our e'e; The cock may craw, the day may daw', And ay we'll taste the barley bree!"
But, for that maitter, it hedna thriven for mony a lang afore. An' there was a fowth o' awfu' stories reengin' the country, like ghaists 'at naebody cud get a grip o' as to hoo he had gotten the said siller, an' sic like the siller 'at naebody ever saw; for upo' that siller, as I tell ye, naebody ever cuist an e'e.
The thresher's weary flingin-tree The lee-lang day had tired me: And whan the day bad closed his e'e, Far i' the west, Ben i' the spence, right pensivelie, I 'gaed to rest. Burns. Queechy was reached at night. Fleda had promised herself to be off almost with the dawn of light the next morning to see aunt Miriam, but a heavy rain kept her fast at home the whole day.
All sin is folly, and every evildoer might say with poor Robert Burns: 'I backward cast my e'e On prospects drear! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear. Nebuchadnezzar was in Riblah, away up in the north, waiting the issue of the campaign.
'It fleys folk fine an' stirs up their conscience graund. I aince thocht I caught a keek o' "Parcy" mysel', but I wasna muckle gliffed, for though I ken fine I'm a sinner, I've naethin' particular on my conscience. 'Mind ye, I dinna ken whether 'twas a wraith I saw or no for I'd been first footin', ye ken, an' maybe I had a wee drappie i' my e'e.
"Yet the instant it is back on the carpet it feigns to be suspicious of your interference, peers at you out of 'the tail o' its e'e, and scampers for protection under the sofa, from which asylum it presently emerges with cautious, trailing steps as though encompassed by fearful dangers and alarms."
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