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But I'mb'un' to say, ootside the risk o' some mistak, o' the gr'un's o' which I can ken naething, for else I wadna hae made it,'at this bit horsie o' yours, by a' 'at my knowledge or skeel, which is naither o' them muckle, can tell me this bit horsie an' gien it binna as I say, I canNOT see what for it sudna be sae only, ye see, laird, whan we think we ken a'thing, there's a heap ahint oor A'THING; an' feow ken better, at least feow hae a richt to ken better, nor I du mysel', what a puir cratur is man, an hoo liable to mak mistaks, e'en whan he's duin' his best to be i' the richt; an for oucht 'at I ken, there may hae been grit discoveries made, ohn ever come to my hearin','at upsets a'thing I ever was gien to tak, an' haud by for true; an' yet I daurna withhaud the conclusion I'm driven til, for maybe whiles the hert o' man may gang the wrang. gait by bein' ower wise in its ain conceit o' expeckin' ower little, jist as weel's in expeckin' ower muckle, an' sae I'm b'un' to tell ye, laird,'at yer expectations frae this knot o'metal, for metal we maun alloo it to be, whatever else it be or bena yer expectations, I say, are a'thegither wrang, for it's no more siller nor my wife's kitchie-poker."
Wad ye tak a feow shillin's frae an auld frien'? he added with hesitation, putting his hand in his pocket. 'Na no a baubee, she answered. 'Nobody sall say it was for mysel' I broucht ye here. Come efter me, an' min' whaur ye pit doon yer feet. It's no sicker. She led him to the door. He bade her good-night. 'Tak care ye dinna fa' gaein' doon the stair. It's maist as steep 's a wa'.
"That may be 's it may, but in cam the prence, wi' a laich boo, an' a gran upstrauchtin' again; an' though, as I say, he was flashin' a' ower, his mainner was quaiet as the munelicht, jist grace itsel'. He profest himsel unco' indebtit for the shelter accordit him; an' his een aye soucht the leddy's, an' his admiration o' her was plain in ilka luik an' gestur', an' though his words were feow, they a' meant mair nor they said.
"There's nothing of the sort there!" said Lady Florimel. "Ye maunna luik for tooer or pinnacle, my leddy, for nane will ye see: their time's lang ower. It scarce rises abune the scaur in ony but ae pairt, an' there it 's but a feow feet o' a wa'." Following his direction, Lady Florimel soon found the ruin.
"Weel, I'm obleeged to ye," replied the old woman. "There's been but feow o' yer kin, be their fau'ts what they micht, wad forget ony 'at luikit for a kin' word or a kin' deed! Aggie, lass, ye'll convoy him a bittock, willna ye?"
Haud ye the licht upo' yer ain face, lass, an' there 's feow 'll hae the hert to luik again." "Haith, mem, there's twa sic like o' 's!" returned Jean bitterly, and bounced from the room. "That's true tu," said her mistress adding after the door was shut, "It's a peety we cudna haud on thegither." "I'm gaein' noo, Jean," she called into the kitchen as she crossed the threshold at eight o'clock.
I'll no believe mysel' 'at the laad I kissed like my ain mither's son afore he gaed awa' wad turn like that upo' 's 'maist the meenute he was oot o' sicht, an' a' for a feow words aboot a fulish play actin'. Lord bliss us a'! markises is men.
Tell yor maister 'at Mattie's owd feyther's coom a' the gait fro Rachda to fot her whoam, and aw'll be much obleeged to him iv he'll let her goo beout lunger delay, for her mother wants her to whoam: hoo's but poorly. Tell yor maister that. Col. G. But I don't believe my master knows anything about her. Th. Aw're tellin' tho, aw seigh' th' mon goo into this heawse but a feow minutes agoo? Col.
"There's some things, laird," resumed Jeames, "that hae to be approcht oontil, wi' circumspection an' a proaper regaird to the impression they may mak. Noo, disclaimin' ony desire to luik like an ill-bred scoon'rel, whilk I wad raither luik to onybody nor to yersel', laird, I ventur to jaloose 'at maybe the maitter o' a feow poun's micht be o' some consequence to ye,"
A feow minutes winna maitter muckle to the bailie bodies." There was something in Malcolm's address that pleased Lord Lossie the mingling of respect and humour, probably the frankness and composure, perhaps. He was not self conscious enough to be shy, and was so free from design of any sort that he doubted the good will of no one. "What's your name?" asked the marquis abruptly.
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