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But that's no the pint. Mr. Lumley's here, seekin' a gill: is he to hae't? 'Has he had eneuch already, do ye think, Meg? 'I dinna ken aboot eneuch, mem; that's ill to mizzer; but I dinna think he's had ower muckle. 'Weel, lat him tak' it. But dinna lat him sit doon. 'Verra weel, mem, said Meg, and departed. 'What gars Mr. Lumley say 'at my gran'father was the blin' piper o' Portcloddie?
"Canada is larger than you think over here." "Mebbe so," said the friendly stranger, "mair nor likely he's deid noo; one o' thae red Indians micht hae killed him, like eneuch." "Yes, or perhaps a bear," Mr. Blake replied gravely. There was a pause. A bell was ringing, its notes floating in clear and sweet upon them. "What bell is that?" inquired Mr. Blake.
I maun hae been walkin' i' my sleep!" said Jean to herself aloud. "Or maybe that guid laddie Donal Grant's been wullin' to gie me a helpin' han' for's mither's sake, honest wuman! The laddie's guid eneuch for onything! ay, gien 'twar to mak' a minister o'!" Eagerly, greedily, Gibbie now watched her every motion, and, bent upon learning, nothing escaped him: he would do much better next morning!
I ken that weel. Is he come back, do ye think?" "What do ye mean? He's lyin' in's bed, quaiet eneuch, puir fallow!" "Is he come back to the fold?" "Nae to the missionars, I'm thinkin'." "Dinna anger me. Ye're nae sae ignorant as ye wad pass for. Ye ken weel eneuch what I mean.
"It's easy to you, Robert Bruce, wi' yer siller i' the bank, to speik that gait til a puir lone body like me, that maun slave for my bread whan I'm no sae young as I micht be. No that I'm like to dee o' auld age either." "I haena sae muckle i' the bank as some folk may think; though what there is is safe eneuch. But I hae a bonny business doun yonner, and it micht be better yet.
"He's weel eneuch liked o' them as is weel liking," said Sam, setting his forks in their places. "The angels like him, I've nae doubt; and the lost sheep like him: but he does nae gang doun sae weel wi' the ninety and nine.
Pr'a'ps we'll all escape and return to old England together," said one of his comrades. "Arrah! if I did git into wan o' the sandy graves ye spake of," remarked Flynn, "I do belaive I'd rise out of it just for the pleasure o' contradictin' you, Sutherland." "H'm! nae doot. Contradictiousness whiles maks fowk lively that wad be dull an' deed eneuch withoot it.
"An' ane o' them 's an ill wuman, sure eneuch; but I ken naething aboot the tither only 'at she maun be a leddy, by the w'y the howdy wife spak till her." An' gien ye dinna ken her, that's no rizzon 'at I sudna hae a groff guiss at her by the marks ye read aff o' her. I'll jist hae to tell ye a story sic as an auld wife like me seldom tells till a young man like yersel'."
Wha's to gang luikin' for a thrum in a hay-sow? returned she, coolly. 'I only said 'at I saw him. 'But are ye sure it was him? asked Falconer. 'Ay, sure eneuch, she answered. 'What maks ye sae sure? ''Cause I never was vrang yet. Set a man ance atween my twa een, an' that 'll be twa 'at kens him whan 's ain mither 's forgotten 'im. 'Did you speak to him? 'Maybe ay, an' maybe no.
"Mon, it made me mind o' Wallace an' his 'Scots wham Bruce hae aften led. I could ha' followed him 'gainst ony odds, though odds eneuch there were near twa tae ane, an' thae big guns an' thae fort tae their back."
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