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Over a maze of difficulties she glanced, and saw, at the end of every passage, the flinty countenance of Hermiston. And a kind of horror fell upon her at what she had done. She wore a tragic mask. "Erchie, the Lord peety you dear, and peety me! I have buildit on this foundation" laying her hand heavily on his shoulder "and buildit hie, and pit my hairt in the buildin' of it.
"Awa'! awa'!" he cried, an implacable face against their whining protestations "Awa', or I'll gie ye the gairde! If I was my uncle Erchie, I wad pit an end to your argy-bargying wi' hail frae a gun!" But to Annapla it was, "Puir deevils, it's gey hard to gie them the back o' the haun' and them sae used to rougher times in Doom. What'll they think o' us?
Ye would never surely even yourself down to be saying the same thing as French Atheists? It would break my heart to think that of you. And O, Erchie, here are'na YOU setting up to JUDGE? And have ye no forgot God's plain command the First with Promise, dear? Mind you upon the beam and the mote!" Having thus carried the war into the enemy's camp, the terrified lady breathed again.
In the meantime, Kirstie had escaped into the kitchen, and before her vassal gave vent to her feelings. "Here, ettercap! Ye'll have to wait on yon Innes! I canna hand myself in. 'Puir Erchie! I'd 'puir Erchie' him, if I had my way! And Hermiston with the deil's ain temper! God, let him take Hermiston's scones out of his mouth first.
Over a maze of difficulties she glanced, and saw, at the end of every passage, the flinty countenance of Hermiston. And a kind of horror fell upon her at what she had done. She wore a tragic mask. "Erchie, the Lord peety you, dear, and peety me! I have buildit on this foundation" laying her hand heavily on his shoulder "and buildit hie, and pit my hairt in the buildin' of it.
Erchie," she continued, with a change of voice, "ye mauna think that I canna sympathise wi' ye. Ye mauna think that I havena been young mysel'. Lang syne, when I was a bit lassie, no twenty yet " She paused and sighed. "Clean and caller, wi' a fit like the hinney bee," she continned.
I'll tell you what it is, mamma, there's a tex' borne in upon me: It were better for that man if a milestone were bound upon his back and him flung into the deepestmost pairts of the sea." "O, my lamb, ye must never say the like of that!" she cried. "Ye're to honour faither and mother, dear, that your days may be long in the land. It's Atheists that cry out against him French Atheists, Erchie!
Weir; she wept and prayed over the infant backslider until my lord was due from Court, and she must resume that air of tremulous composure with which she always greeted him. The judge was that day in an observant mood, and remarked upon the absent teeth. "I am afraid Erchie will have been fechting with some of they blagyard lads," said Mrs. Weir.
"The Lord peety ye, Hermiston! the Lord prepare ye!" she keened out. "Weary upon me, that I should have to tell it!" He reined in his horse and looked upon her with the hanging face. "Has the French landit?" cried he. "Man, man," she said, "is that a' ye can think of? The Lord prepare ye: the Lord comfort and support ye!" "Is onybody deid?" says his lordship. "It's no Erchie?"
Ye would never surely even yourself down to be saying the same thing as French Atheists? It would break my heart to think that of you. And O, Erchie, here arena you setting up to judge? And have ye no forgot God's plain command the First with Promise, dear? Mind you upon the beam and the mote!" Having thus carried the war into the enemy's camp, the terrified lady breathed again.
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