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Updated: May 11, 2025
The silent men boarded the cars, and dropped off, and disappeared beyond thickets and hills precisely as the first widely spaced line of skirmishers fans out and vanishes along the front of the day's battle. One old man sat before me like avenging Time itself, and talked of prophecies of evil, that had been falsified. 'They said there wasn't nothing here excep' rocks an' snow.
"I ha'e the key my lord gae me to ilka place 'ithin the wa's excep' the strong room." "Give it me directly. I'm master here now." "'Deed, I s' du nae sic thing, sir. What he gae me I'll keep." "Give up that key, or I'll go at once and get a warrant against you for theft." "Weel, we s' refar't to Maister Soutar." "Damn your impudence 'at I sud say't! what has he to do with my affairs?
It seemed the easiest road to take. 'Any time or other suits me, I reckon. He ain't thrivin' where he is, an' I paid eighteen shillin' for him. He crossed his hands on his stick and gave no further sign of life. 'Is that all? Midmore stammered. 'All now excep'' he glanced fretfully at the table beside him 'excep' my usuals. Where's that Rhoda? Midmore rang the bell.
"An' ye did it too without an aim, for you had both eyes tight shut at the time," remarked Fergus. "Iss that the way they teach ye to shoot at sea?" "In course it is," replied Jenkins, gravely. "That's the beauty o' the blunderbuss. There's no chance o' missin', so what 'ud be the use o' keepin' yer eyes open, excep' to get 'em filled wi' smoke. You've on'y got to point straight, an' blaze away."
I went straight ter de house, suh, an' went ter bed an' ter sleep widout sayin' a wo'd ter a single soul excep' Mistuh Tom, who wuz settin' up readin' a book w'en I come in. I wish I may drap dead in my tracks, suh, ef dat ain't de God's truf, suh, eve'y wo'd of it!"
An' gin it be as ye say he's promised to lead us into a' trowth, an' he'll lead me into that trowth. But I'm thinkin' it's mair for oor sakes than his ain 'at he cares aboot his glory. I dinna believe 'at he thinks aboot his glory excep' for the sake o' the trowth an' men's herts deein' for want o' 't. Mrs. Falconer thought for a moment.
Why, look a-here, says he, 'foist, there's the white men the English ain't they jus' like us excep' that they're thicker an' we're longer? An' their Injun niggers ain't we seen their clothes in the comic op'ras an' them without their clothes in the monkey cage at Central Park?
'The Lord be praised! said Mrs. Falconer. 'I had guid houps o' 'im in 's latter days. And fowk says he's made a rich man o' ye, Robert? 'He's left me ilka thing, excep' something till 's servan's wha hae weel deserved it. 'Eh, Robert! but it's a terrible snare. Siller 's an awfu' thing. My puir Anerew never begud to gang the ill gait, till he began to hae ower muckle siller.
Excep' my father; he was fo'teen year' to her seven." "Was she a handsome child?" Chester ventured. "I think no. But in growing up she bic-came" the craftsman handed out a pocket flash-light and an old carte-de-visite photograph of a black-haired, black-eyed girl of twenty or possibly twenty-three years. "You shall tell me," he said: "And you'll trust me, my sincerity?"
Excep' for one thing: When I ask' her what she could do, if any, she says like she had on the street corner: "'I can't do nothin'. I donno no work. "'You think it over, s'I. She had rill capable hands them odd, undressed-lookin' hands I donno if you know what I mean? "'Well, s'she, sort o' sheepish, 'I can comb hair.
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