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The hairts o the widow and fairtherless must be stricken, and it's little that a' our consolations and expairiments will prevail ag'in the feelin's o' natur'. Pheeloosophy and religion tall us that the body's no mair than a clod o' the valley when the speerit has fled; but the hairt is unapt to listen to wisdom while the grief is fraish, and of the severity of an unlooked-for sairtainty.
He saw it strike the earth, crumple and smoke. "Almichty God," said the lips of Tam, "look after that yin! He wis a bonnie fichter an' had a gay hairt, an' he knaws richt weel A' had no malice agin him Amen!" "A've noticed," said Tam, "a deesposition in writin' classes to omit the necessary bits of scenery that throw up the odious villainy of the factor, or the lonely vairtue of the Mill Girl.
I'm a lassie clean flung awa; he has neither hairt nor spunk ava, yon lad!" Jean began to make excuses for him. Christie inveighed against him. Jean spoke up for him with more earnestness. Now observe, Jean despised the poor boy. Christie adored him.
My hairt tells me she's no' far awa the noo. She'll e'en show forth the Lord's deith alang wi' us. The Maister o' the feast is here, and why wad He no' bring oor Elsie wi' Him? Wha kens but I'll gang hame wi' them baith?"
"I'll tell ye, gin ma hairt hauds guid a meenit. It's Andra Mathieson an' he lives in San Francisco. Him an' me gaed to the schule thegither in the Auld Country, an' I hadna seen him for nigh fifty year till last Can'lemas a twalmonth, when I gaed to San Francisco for ma health. He's awfu' rich. He lives in a graun hoose an' he has a coachman wi' yin o' thae coats wi' buttons.
"Div ye see yon boat?" cried she; "and div ye mind Christie, the lass wha's hairt ye hae broken? aweel, woman it's just a race between deeth and Cirsty Johnstone for your son." The poor old woman swooned dead away; they carried her into Christie Johnstone's house and laid her down, then hurried back the greater terror absorbed the less.
I haud my breath and lay close watchin' him, but just as he cam tae where I was my vera hairt stood still in my breast, for "ting!" loud and clear, within a yaird o' me cam the ringin', clangin' soond that I had a'ready hairkened tae. Where it cam frae is mair than I can tell or what was the cause o't.
"A hope it may be noothing beyoond admeeration," observed the Captain of Grenadiers, "a tell ye as a freend, Geerald, a do not like this accoont ye gi' of her coonduct. A wooman who could show no ageetation in sooch a scene, must have either a domn'd coold, or a domn'd block hairt, and there's but leetle claim to admeeration there."
The fey light suddenly left her eyes, and they became filled with tears. She turned impulsively to her husband. "Oh, Dan! Ye must find her! Ye must find her! Puir weak hairt dinna ye ken how she is suffering!" "My dear," he said, putting his arms around her, "What is it? What is it?" She brushed the tears from her eyes and tried to smile.
"Yo' mighty co'ect, Misses Wiley!" Narcisse gave his pretty head a little shake from side to side as he spoke. "Ah! Mr. Narcisse," she pointed at herself, "haven't I been a wife? The husband and wife they'd aht to jist be each other's guairdjian angels! Hairt to hairt sur; sperit to sperit. All the rist is nawthing, Mister Narcisse." She waved her hands. "Min is different from women, sur."
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