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Is it more money you wish?" "Five shillings mair," said he, "and hersel' will bring ye there." I reflected a while and then offered him two, which he accepted greedily, and insisted on having in his hands at once "for luck," as he said, but I think it was rather for my misfortune.
Rollin' aboot wrap up in furs in a great caur, patronisin' everybody that's daft enough to let theirselves be patronised by her. Onybody could see she's no used to it. She's so ta'en up wi' hersel'. It's kinda play-actin' for her ... An' there's naebody gives less to charitable objects.
Anyhow, a'm master, and that she knows. But may-be, for t' sake o' peace an' quietness tho' she's niver a scolding tongue, that a will say for her we'n best keep this matter to ourselves till thou comes int' port again. T' lass upstairs 'll like nought better than t' curl hersel' round a secret, and purr o'er it, just as t' oud cat does o'er her blind kitten.
It's a dam'd puir life to leave, an' while it maybe is a woman's lot in life to sell hersel' for ease and comfort, it's a' bad for her when she does it in a way that the world says is a wrang way; for she soon finds that her life isna worth a tinker's curse. She sells hersel' an' it's no worth while complainin' if the bargain turns oot a rotten yin.
"A lady," she added, "who came to you about the middle of last month." "Could yer leddyship condescend on her name?" Lady Lundie put a still stronger constraint on herself. "Silvester," she said, sharply. "Presairve us a'!" cried Mrs. Inchbare. "It will never be the same that cam' driftin' in by hersel' wi' a bit bag in her hand, and a husband left daidling an hour or mair on the road behind her?"
"Lament ye maids an' darters For constant Sarah Ann, Who hang'd hersel' in her garters All for the love o' man, All for the " She was pausing, bottle in hand, to take the high note: but hush'd suddenly at the sound of the voices singing in the room upstairs "Vivre en tout cas C'est le grand soulas Des honnetes gens!" "That's the foreigners," said the chambermaid, and went on with her ditty
'Miss Tod canna hear us, can she? 'Ye never can tell what a spinster'll hear when she's interested. At present she's nourishin' hersel' on tea her nineteenth cup for the day; but she'll be comin' shortly to embrace ye an' shut the shop. I micht as weel get on ma hat. . . . An' 'what did yer parents say to ye? 'They said ye was an awfu' nice, clever, bonny, handsome lassie 'Tit, tit!
"On Sabbath, though, she had him to hersel, an' he wasna so bright as usual. I dinna ken 'at he was broodin' ower the glove, but she thocht he was, an' just afore the kirk came oot she couldna stand it nae langer. She put her hand in her pouch, an pu'd oot the glove, wi' the paper round it, just as it had been when she came upon't.
And, as for Elsie singing in the church, it's very kind of you to think of her; but it 'a a long road, or rather no road at all. But here 's the lass, and she 'll speak for hersel'." At this moment Elsie entered the cottage, and was delighted at the invitation, for which, it may be told, George Hendrick had already prepared her. "But how could she leave poor gran?"
"The heathen the skemp yon was the last o' the heathen hilt or hair o' him that I saw, and me mixed up wi' daftlike wars it was a packet that reached me in Dantzig," says he, "after lying a year, frae some sensible wench calling hersel' Helen Stockdale. . . ." I was dumb at that, but I was remembering the lass asking of the Scot that took the Pagan to the mouth of the Rouen river.
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