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'Here's a pretty lass; she's' got "a'll niver forgi'e" at her tongue's end wi' a vengeance. Sylvia was a little confused. 'Oh, Kester, man, said she, 'my heart is sore again' every one, for feyther's sake. And at length the natural relief of plentiful tears came; and Kester, with instinctive wisdom, let her weep undisturbed; indeed, he cried not a little himself.
Ou! aye! forgi'e me, your leddyship. I'm e'en but a puir, auld, doitted bodie. I e'en thocht ye were talking o' yon misguided quean in the cell. The Honorable Mistress Dugald. She'll be like yoursel', intereested in yon lassie; and aiblins ain o' the leddy direectors o' the Magdalen." "I think you are a fool.
But he's got tongue enough to speak disrespectful about's neebors, for he said as I was a blind Pharisee a-usin' the Bible i' that way to find nick-names for folks as are his elders an' betters! and what's worse, he's been heard to say very unbecomin' words about Your Reverence; for I could bring them as 'ud swear as he called you a 'dumb dog, an' a 'idle shepherd. You'll forgi'e me for sayin' such things over again."
A pretty tale, too, when up to a fortni't ago your talk was o' peace an' righteousness! . . . Forgi'e me, Mr Best . . . I'll fight well enough, maybe, when it comes to't. But why were we brought up one way, to be tortured turnin' our conscience to another?" There were no other recruits. "A great disappointment," said Mr Boult. "That earnest young fool spoilt it all."
"In God's name, woman, dinna you look at her. You shouldna ha' looked at onything that has taken place. If onything is wrang wi' your bairn when it is born I'll never forgi'e' mysel' for lettin' you look at this business at a'. Gang awa' back an' sit down an' try an' forget a' aboot what you hae seen.
Tak' it back to him, an' tell him frae me, that I forgi'e him a' his cruel deceit, an' pray God to grant him prosperity, an' restore to him that peace o' mind o' which he has robbed me for ever. "I did as she bade me. Willie Robertson looked stupified when I delivered her message.
If the parson sez to me, 'Is your darter a vargin-maid? d'ye think I shall say, 'Oh no, parson'? I'll swear she is a vargin-maid on all the Bibles in all the churches in Wales." That's jis' what I sez to Polly Onion, God forgi'e me. An' Poll sez, "The parson'll be sure to send you to hell, Meg, if you do that air." An' I sez, "So he may, then, but I shall do it, no fear."
But if Dicky likes to forgi'e him, well, we'll spare his life and redooce his punishment to two dozen at the gangway same as he got for Rudd and make him do Rudd's dooty 'til the poor chap's better; arter which the prisoner can be set to do all the dirty work o' the ship. How's that, shipmates?" "Ay, ay, Ben; that'll do, bo', that'll do fust-rate.
But, to be sure, how can we do eneugh for his Honour, when we and ours have lived on his ground this twa hundred years; and when he keepit my puir Jamie at school and college, and even at the Ha'-house, till he gaed to a better place; and when he saved me frae being ta'en to Perth as a witch Lord forgi'e them that would touch sic a puir silly auld body! and has maintained puir Davie at heck and manger maist feck o' his life?
"'Forgi'e me, gude woman, for having unwittingly offended you, said Jeanie, rising; 'but mercifu' Father! how sud I ken that Willie Robertson my ain Willie had a wife? Oh, Willie! she cried, coverin' her face in her hands, to hide a' the agony that was in her heart, 'I ha'e come a lang way, an' a weary, to see ye, an' ye might ha'e spared me the grief, the burnin' shame o' this.
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