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Here he will be warm and comfortable as in his cradle. That's the way! Don't be afraid of waking him, Gart; he sleeps soundly and will not hear anything. You may shout, sing, fire a pistol the boy sleeps soundly." "What do you want, Mariet? I did not call you here, and I am not pleased that you have come." "Of course, you did not call me here, Haggart; of course, you didn't.
Tamerlane and Haggart! Haggart and Tamerlane! Both these men were robbers, and of low birth, yet one perished on an ignoble scaffold, and the other died emperor of the world. Is this justice? The ends of the two men were widely dissimilar—yet what is the intrinsic difference between them? Very great indeed; the one acted according to his lights and his country, not so the other.
To avoid Chirsty, the humourist's wife, Jean sought Haggart at his workshop window, which was so small that an old book sufficed for its shutter. "I want to speak to you confidentially," Jean said in a low voice. "If you saw a grand man gey fond o' a flower, what would you think?" "I would think, Jean," Haggart answered, reflectively, "that he had gien siller for't; ay, I would wonder "
Only one motion of your hand, Gart!" "Let go. Give me my knife." "Gart, I bless you! One motion of your hand, Gart!" Haggart tears himself away, pushing the woman aside: "No! Don't you know that it is just as hard to make one motion of the hand as it is for the sun to come down from the sky? Good-bye, Mariet!" "You are going away?" "Yes, I am going away. I am going away, Mariet.
Another voice replies: "Don't grumble. Khorre has stronger defenders than you are." "What are you prating about, devils?" says Khorre. "Silence! Is that you, Tommy? I know you, you are always the mischief-maker " "Come on, Mariet!" says Haggart. "Give me little Noni, I want to carry him to the boat myself. Come on, Mariet." "Where, Haggart?" "Eh, Mariet! The dreams are ended.
Why does he make believe that he is Haggart? It is not my soul. My soul does not know this." "What, Noni?" "I don't know. What terrible dreams there are in this land! Listen. There! Now he will cry and he will say: 'It is Haggart crying. He will call God and will say: 'Haggart is calling. He lies Haggart did not call, Haggart does not know God." He moans again, trying to restrain himself.
"There are no truthful people there. It has been so ever since the deluge. At that time all the honest people went out to sea, and only the cowards and liars remained upon the solid earth." Haggart is silent for a minute; then he takes the pipe from his mouth and laughs gaily. "Have you invented it yourself?" "I think so," says Khorre modestly. "Clever!
"I d'na kin what he said," admitted Haggart; "but he took Little Rathie up to the manse, an' if ever I saw a man lookin' sma', it was Little Rathie when he cam oot." To the number of about twenty we assembled round the end of the house to escape the bitter wind, and here I lost the precentor, who, as an Auld Licht elder, joined the chief mourners inside.
But though the poorhouse stands in Thrums, where all may see it, the neighbours did not think only of themselves. Than Thomas Haggart there can scarcely have been a poorer man, but Tammas was the first to come forward with offer of help.
I will not be able to reach them and I will fall on the way." "You will reach them! We must also take our money away from these people what do you think, Khorre? We have played a little, and now it is enough what do you think, Khorre?" He laughs. The sailor looks at him, his hands folded as in prayer, and he weeps. "These are your comrades, Haggart? I am so glad to see them.
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