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"See what you fellows escape by not having a sister," he said, nodding toward McVickar and Billings. His tone was severe, but the loving look that shot from his eyes to the dimpled face close to his own belied the words. Any fellow would have been proud to have had such a sister. Billy appreciated the fact. "Anyway, I didn't tie the bows," he added. "McVickar did it. 'Fess up, old man.
You are going to 'fess 'cos of the pain in your little hearts. You must keep your pain, and you must not 'fess. You are going to tell Aunt Sophy about that wicked, wicked birthday night how you stole away in the dark across the lawn, and wore your Glengarry caps, and how you didn't come back until the morning. But you mustn't tell. Do you hear me, Briar and Patty?" "But why not?
I trust and believe they'll nowise distress ye, sir, or interfere wi' yer comfort in preachin. I'll fess them hame mysel, gien the Lord wull, and that without fail." "Na, na; dinna dee that; lat Maggie come wi' them. Ye wad only be puttin me oot o' humour for the Lord's wark wi' yer havers!"
'I said there was nae odds i' me, Betty, persisted Robert, laughing. 'I kenna what may be in ye, retorted Betty; 'but there's an unco' odds upo' ye. 'Haud yer tongue, Betty, said her mistress. 'Ye oucht to ken better nor stan' jawin' wi' young men. Fess mair o' the creamy cakes. 'Maybe Robert wad like a drappy o' parritch. 'Onything, Betty, said Robert. 'I'm at deith's door wi' hunger.
She something favours her." "Eh, sir, fess her to me! My hert's waitin for her! Her mither maunna lowse her! She couldna stan' that!" "She has nae mither, puir thing! But ye maun dee naething in a hurry; I maun tell ye aboot her first!" "I'm content 'at she's a frien o' yours, sir.
I don'no how much, 'case I can't read, an' dat's why I was late an' had to run so fass. You're good, you is, an' I muss 'fess may de Lawd forgive me." At this point Ted, who had been on some of the large boats between Jacksonville and Charleston, and had heard the cry warning the passengers to leave, screamed close to her.
"I'll fess him wi' me the morn, gien ye like, my lord, for I'll be ower wi' some fine troot or ither, gien I haena the waur luck, the morn's mornin': Mistress Courthope says she'll be aye ready for ane to fry to yer lordship's brakfast. But I'm thinkin' that'll be ower ear' for ye to see him." "I'll send for him when I want him.
"Weel," he said, "I am glaid o' that, Ma'colm I beg yer pardon, my lord, I sud say. Annie!" "Haud a quaiet sough, man. I wadna hae 't come oot at Scaurnose first. I'm come noo 'cause I want ye to stan' by me." "I wull that, my lord." "Weel, gang an' gether yer boat's crew, an' fess them doon to the cove, an' I'll tell them, an' maybe they'll stan' by me as weel."
And that it looked like love at first sight to her. 'Fess up, Glory, my dear." Gloria's laughter, unfettered, spontaneous, was of high amusement. "Georgia said, just the same, that she'd bet on an elopement " King reddened and stirred uneasily. Gloria gasped. "Georgia's crazy!" she said emphatically. "Why, the man is impossible!" Five minutes later King went in, found his hat, and told Mrs.
"Then read this," quoth Sir Nigel, pointing upwards to one of the many quarterings which adorned the wall over the fireplace. "Argent," Alleyne answered, "a fess azure charged with three lozenges dividing three mullets sable. Over all, on an escutcheon of the first, a jambe gules." "A jambe gules erased," said Sir Nigel, shaking his head solemnly. "Yet it is not amiss for a monk-bred man.
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