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I'm only tellin' ye what I wad like. Especially gin ye hae fund yer father, ye maun gang by yer ain jeedgment aboot it, for there 'll be a hantle to do wi' him efter ye hae gotten a grup o' 'im. An' noo, I maun lie still, an' maybe sleep again, for I hae spoken ower muckle. Hoping that he would sleep and wake yet again, Robert sat still.
An' I'm thinkin' it winna be lang or I hae a grup o' her. I'm gaein' back to Lonnon in twa days or three. 'Dinna gang till I'm deid. Bide an' haud the deevil aff o' me. He has a grup o' my hert noo, rivin' at it wi' his lang nails as lang 's birds' nebs. 'I'll bide wi' ye till we see what can be dune for ye. What's the maitter wi' ye? I'm a doctor noo.
'Lordsake, man! hae ye gotten her again? Gie's a grup o' her! he cried, dropping leather and hammer. 'Na, na, returned Robert, retreating towards the outer door. 'Ye maun sweir upo' her that, whan I want her, I sall hae her ohn demur, or I sanna lat ye lay roset upo' her.
I' the name o' God, the saviour o' men, I tell ye, dautie, the day 'ill come whan ye'll smile i' the vera face o' the Lord himsel, at the thoucht o' what he has broucht ye throuw! Lord Christ, haud a guid grup o' thy puir bairn and hers, and gie her back her ain. Thy wull be deen! and that thy wull's a' for redemption! Gang on wi' yer tale, my lassie."
If we both purceed to the shanty there's be a chance o' passin' him on the way. He mout be in the timmer, an', seein' us, put back out hyar, an' so head us. There'd no need o' both for the capterin' sech a critter as that. I'll fetch him on his marrowbones by jest raisin' this rifle. Tharfor, s'pose you stay hyar an' guard this gap, while I go arter an' grup him.
'O man, stand up an' let me get in at ye. But whin I saw he wud be runnin' about, I grup his shtock in my left an' his waist-belt in my right an' swung him clear to my right front, head undher, he hammerin' my nose till the wind was knocked out av him on the bare ground. 'Stand up, sez I, 'or I'll kick your head into your chest! and I wud ha' done ut too, so ragin' mad I was.
'He winna ken whaur I am! answered Phemy with an agonized burst of dry sobbing. 'Will he no? I s' see to that and this verra nicht! exclaimed Kirsty. 'I'll gie him ilka chance o' doin the richt thing! 'But he'll be angert at me! 'What for? Did he tell ye no to tell? 'Ay did he. 'Waur and waur! cried Kirsty indignantly. 'He wad hae ye a' in his grup!
"Weel, sir," said he, getting redder, "he didna exactly dee; he was killed. I had to brain him wi' a rackpin; there was nae doin' wi' him. He lay in the treviss wi' the mear, and wadna come oot. I tempit him wi' kail and meat, but he wad tak' naething, and keepit me fra feedin' the beast, and he was aye gur gurrin', and grup gruppin' me by the legs.
Is 't ill o' me at I canna be sorry ony mair?" "Na, na," interposed the soutar: "whan the Lord wad lift the burden, it wad be baith senseless and thankless to grup at it! In His name lat it gang, lass!" "And noo," said Mr. Blatherwick, again taking up his probe, "ye hae but ae thing left to confess and that's wha's the father o' 'im!"
Right at the end ye'll be able to look down yer life and see the shining marks of His feet all over ye. An' the more ye struggle and fuss the less He can take hold of ye, and get a grup on ye with His feet " "I'd like to feel sure they were God's, and not any other sort of feet," she said slowly, leaving her fish to go cold, though she was very hungry.
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