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"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."
Haudna the glaidness back that's sae fain to come to the licht i' yer grudgin hert, Maggie! God himsel 's glaid, and the Shepherd's glaid, and the angels are a' makin sic a flut-flutter wi' their muckle wings 'at I can 'maist see nor hear for them!" Maggie rose, and stood a moment wiping her eyes. The same instant the door opened, and James entered with the little one in his arms.
"I'm glaid to see the yoong wuman an' a bonny lass she is! in sic guid company," said Miss Horn, looking down from the opposite side of the way. "I'm thinkin' the han' o' the markis 'ill be i' this, no'!" All was ready to receive her, but in the present bad state of the harbour, and the tide having now ebbed a little way, the boat could not get close either to quay or shore.
"I'm glaidder nor ever 'at I wasna born ane," said Malcolm, and, slowly stooping, he lifted the handkerchief; "an' I was aye glaid o' that, my leddy, 'cause gien I had been, I wad hae been luikin' doon upo' workin' men like mysel' as gien they warna freely o' the same flesh an' blude. But I beg yer leddyship's pardon for takin' ye up amiss.
Muckle guid wad ony pardon dee to sic! But ance lat them un'erstan' 'at he canna forgie them, an' maybe they'll be fleyt, an' turn again' the Sawtan 'at's i' them." "Weel, but he's no my enemy," said the youth. My certy! but he's the enemy o' the haill race o' mankin'. He trespasses unco sair against me, I'm weel sure o' that! An' I'm glaid o' 't.
'And noo, continued Steenie, 'I'm richt glaid she's gane, and my min' 'll be mair at ease gien I tell ye what for: I maun aye tell you a'thing 'at 'll bide tellin, Kirsty, ye ken! Weel, a week or twa ago, I began to be troubled as I never was troubled afore.
Blatherwick, "considerin the w'y yon ravin laddie up the stair has been cairryin on til her!" "What! Hoo's that?" questioned her husband with a start. "But ye're no to mak onything o' that, Isy!" added her mistress. "Never a particle, mem!" returned Isy. "I ken weel it stan's for naething but the heat o' the burnin brain! I'm richt glaid though, that the sicht o' me did seem to comfort him a wee!"
I s' haud my tongue, I s' warran'.�-Ye're the best cratur ever was born. Murmuring the last two sentences to himself, he walked away. When Annie entered Bruce's shop, the big spider was unoccupied, and ready to devour her. He put on therefore his most gracious reception. "Hoo are ye, Miss Anderson? I'm glaid to see ye. Come benn the hoose." "No, I thank ye. I want to speak to yersel', Mr Bruce.
I'm sae muckle better o' that ashma, that I think whiles the Lord maun hae blawn into my nostrils anither breath o' that life that he breathed first into Edam an' Eve." "I'm richt glaid to hear't, Thamas. Breath maun come frae him ae gait or ither." "Nae doobt, Tibbie." "Will ye sit doon asides's, Thamas? It's lang sin' I hae seen ye." Tibbie always spoke of seeing people. "Ay will I, Tibbie.
I ken ye care for noucht else! Eh, but my hert's glaid! that glaid, I 'maist canna speyk!" That man ever after spoke of the soutar with a respect that resembled awe. After that talk with her father about the child and his mother, a certain silent change appeared in Maggie. People saw in her face an expression which they took to resemble that of one whose child was ill, and was expected to die.
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