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Taking off his hat, he walked up to Mr Graham, who, busy with his astronomy, had not perceived his entrance, touched him on the arm, and, standing on tiptoe, whispered softly in his ear, as if it were a painful secret that must be respected, "I dinna ken whaur I cam frae. I want to come to the school."
"I winna greit, Cosmo; I'll say YET, the will o' the Lord be dune, though it be sair upo' me the noo, whan I haena a drap o' milk aboot the place to set afore my only-begotten son whan he comes hame to me frae a far country!
Deith canna weel be muckle like onything we think aboot it; but there maun surely be a heap o' fowk unco dreary an' fusionless i' the warl' deith taks us til; an' the mair I think aboot it, the mair likly it seems we'll hae a heap to du wi' them a sair wark tryin' to lat them ken what they are, an' whaur they cam frae, an' hoo they maun gang to win hame for deith can no more be yer hame nor a sair fa' upo' the ro'd be yer bed.
"Ye see yon lad?" said the landlord to his wife. "He hanna been a day fra his bride, and yet he expects to hae a letter or a message frae her every minute. Aweel we hae a' been fules in our time!"
"I'm thinkin' I needna budge," retorted Malcolm, angry also. "What do you mean by that insolence?" "I mean, my lord, that to gang will be to gang frae him. He canna be far frae yer lordship's lug this meenute." All the marquis's gathered annoyance broke out at last in rage. He started from his chair, made three strides to Malcolm, and struck him in the face.
The crew stand and row long oars and sing as they swing, and you think of Vikings, Pirates, and Argosies.... But down in the lower deck beside Denny's engines it feels quite homely, as if you were going "doon the water" in sunny June the engines running as smoothly and quietly as if they were muscles and bones instead of hard steel and 900 H.-P. engineers, engines, and hull all frae Glasgie, all from banks of old Cleutha.
"I was trying to keep it frae you," replied Tommy, sadly. She seized his arm. "Is it Reddy?" she gasped, for the story of Reddy had been a terror to her all her days. "She doesna ken I was the laddie that diddled her in London," he said, "and I promise you never to let on, Elspeth. I I just went to the Den with her to say things that would put her off the scent.
If he reproved her, she replied meekly, "What can you expect frae a woman that doesna wear gloves?" To the baby she said: "He despises you, my bonny, because you hae no gloves. Ay, that's what maks him turn up his nose at you. But your mother is fond o' you, gloves or no gloves." She told the baby the story of the glove daily, with many monstrous additions.
'Here, beldam, deyvil's kind, growled the harsh voice of Dirk Hatteraick from the inside of his den, 'what makest thou there? 'Laying the roughies to keep the cauld wind frae you, ye desperate do-nae-good. Ye're e'en ower weel off, and wotsna; it will be otherwise soon. 'Have you brought me the brandy, and any news of my people? said Dirk Hatteraick. 'There's the flask for ye.
"I'll tell ye what," said old Lauder, "let us get a few weemin' and weans thegither, an' we'll gang doon to the pit an' wait on them comin' up frae their shift. The bairns can get tin cans an' a stane for a drumstick, an' we'll ha'e a loonie band. We can sing twa or three o' thae blackleg sangs o' Tam Donaldson's, an' play them hame."
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