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"Now you just go over 'em again," said the Elder, "and mark off what you'd like to have if they didn't cost anything, because sometimes things go for's good 's nothing, if nobody happens to want 'em."
The Auld Licht kirk would be half an hour yet. "But, Sanders," said Sam'l, brightening up, "ye was on yer wy to spier her yer-sel." "I was, Sam'l," said Sanders, "and I canna but be thankfu' ye was ower quick for's." "Gin't hadna been you," said Sam'l, "I wid never hae thocht o't."
"The maister's a hantle quaieter than usual. I fancy he's a' the better behaved for's brunt fingers. But, oh, Alec!" And here the little maiden burst into a passionate fit of crying. "What's the matter, Annie," said Mrs Forbes, as she drew her nearer, genuinely concerned at the child's tears. "Oh! mem, ye didna see hoo the maister lickit him, or ye wad hae grutten yersel'."
"We'd be just as bad then in the eyes of the law as before. Reward, five thousand, bank lose twenty-five thousand thirty thousand, in odd figures, is least we could take. Even that wouldn't be reg'lar; but it would be a safe risk, seeing all the bank cares for's to get its money back." Mr. Botayne groaned.
'What for's Martha cursing? asked Hazel. Edward, looking round, saw his mother's face in the doorway, dismayed, surprised, wounded. He jumped out and ran up the path. 'Oh, mother! How could I? he said miserably. Mrs. Marston looked up; her mouth, that had fallen in a little, trembling pitifully, and her eyes smarting with the thick, painful tears of age.
The next afternoon, when the schoolmistress, who had been delayed by the inevitable examination papers, stopped at the Cy Whittaker place, she was met by Georgianna; Emily, who stood behind the housekeeper in the doorway, was crying. "Cap'n Cy has gone away to Washin'ton," declared Georgianna. "Though what he's gone there for's more'n I know.
Father plays the fiddle. 'He's got it wrong, thought Hazel. 'Young lady! repeated the landlord. 'Hawburn? No, there's no lady of that colour hereabouts. And what ladies there be are weathered and case-hardened. 'The one I'm looking for's young young as a kitten, and as troublesome. Hazel clapped her hands to her mouth. 'There's no fiddler chap hereabouts, then?
"The blundering fellows ne'er forget, About my trade to sport their fancies, As if, forsooth, I would look blate, At what my honour most advances. "Auld Homer sang for's daily bread; Surprising Shakspeare fin'd the wool; Great Virgil creels and baskets made; And famous Ben employed the trowel.
And Annie Anderson has a richt no to be disturbit, whan her uncle, honest man, 's jist lyin' waitin' for's coffin i' the hoose yonner." "I'm her cousin." "It's sma' comfort ony o' yer breed ever brocht her. Cousin or no, ye sanna gang near her." "I'll go where I please," said Bruce, moving to pass. Curly moved right in front of him. "By me ye shanna gang.
"That mought be true, for's aught I know; but it's mighty strange you never thought of that sarcumstance before." "Never was in limbo before." "That's the go, is't? Look-a-here, stranger, is it the darbies, or the crime, which brings the disgrace upon the family?
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