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It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his childish thought. There! that's what ye wad hae o' me, mem!" "Hear till him!" cried Miss Horn. "The man's i' the richt, though naebody never h'ard o' 'im. Haud ye by that, Ma'colm, an' dinna ye rist till ye ha'e biggit a harbour to the men an' women o' Scaurnose.
But I'm thinkin' gien ye had applyt to her an' no to me, ye wad hae h'ard anither mak o' a defence frae mine! Ae thing ye may be sure o' there's no a body a hair the wiser." "What difference does that make?" cried Cosmo. "The fact remains." "Hoot, Cosmo!" said Agnes, with a revival of old authority, "ye're takin' the thing in a fashion no worthy o' a philosopher no to say a Christian.
Perhaps you've h'ard him tell of big Tom Bruce, for so they called me then? I war a copporal in the first company of Rangers that crossed the river. Lord! how the world is turning upside down!
"Throth, an' I ever will, Tom, an' for a good raison becaise it's best for the complexion." The unconscious simplicity with which Cavanagh uttered this occasioned loud laughter, from which Kathleen herself was unable to refrain. "By the piper, Gerald," said M'Mahon, "that's the best thing I h'ard this month o' Sundays. Why, it would be enough for one o' your daughters to talk about complexion.
"But," he added, "the hairst-play 'ill be here sune, an' syne the hairst itsel'; an' whan ye gang back ye'll hae won ower't." "Na, I doobt no," Cosmo; for, ye sae, as I hae h'ard my father say, the Gracies are a' terrible for min'in'. Na, there's no forgettin' o' naething. What for sud onything be forgotten? It's a cooardly kin' o' a' w'y, to forget."
"But jist ye speir at yer new maister," Grannie went on, "what he thinks aboot it, for I ance h'ard him speyk richt wise words to my gudeson, James Gracie, anent sic things.
"I doobt ye winna min' me takin' ye oot o' the Warlock ae day there was a gey bit o' a spait on?" said Agnes at length, looking up in Cosmo's face. "Eh, I never h'ard o' that, Aggie!" replied Cosmo. "I canna think to this day hoo it was ye fell in," she went on: "I hadna the chairge o' ye at the time. Ye maun hae run oot o' the hoose, an' me efter ye. I was verra near taen awa' wi' ye.
But will ye no mak ane?" "Not till this is settled. I will after, so long as I may be here." "Gien onybody had been catecheesin' the bairns, I wad surely hae h'ard o' 't!" said Malcolm, after a pause of rumination, "Poochy wad hae tellt me. Wha 'll ever say again a thing's no poassible!"
'Ah, limed soul, that, struggling to be free, art more engaged!" "Hoots, ye're dreamin, laddie! Ye never was engaged to onybody at least that ever I h'ard tell o'! But, ony gait, fash na ye aboot that! Gien it be onything o' sic a natur that's troublin ye, yer father and me we s' get ye clear o' 't!" "Ay, there ye're at it again! It was you 'at laid the bird-lime!
"An' weel I wat! he was na ane to sing, the auld captain. Did ye never hear tell o' 'im, laddie?" "Gien ye mean the auld brither o' the laird o' that time, him 'at cam hame frae his sea-farin' to the East Indies " "Ay, ay; that's him! Ye hae h'ard tell o' 'im!
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