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When I was a laddie at the schule, I was ance tell't that ane o' the loons was i' the wye o' mockin' my gran'father. Whan I hard it, I thocht I cud jist rive the hert o' 'im, an' set my teeth in't, as the Dutch sodger did to the Spainiard. Mem, a face is an awfu' thing!
It vexes me to the verra hert o' my sowl that a michty man like Milton ane whase bein' was a crood o' hermonies sud ca' that the prayer o' a haithen wuman till a haithen God. 'O all seein' Licht, an' eternal Life o' a' things! Ca's he that a haithen God? or her 'at prayed sic a prayer a haithen wuman?" "Well, well," said the marquis, "I do n't want it all over again.
Neither death nor time can pairt them that luve; there's naethin' in a' the warld sae strong as luve. If Annie gaes frae the sicht o' yir een she 'ill come the nearer tae yir hert.
"Hoots!" said the woman, "dinna speyk that gait, sir. It's no wice-like. Tak a dram, an' tak hert, an' dinna fling the calf efter the coo. Whaur's yer boatle, sir?" John paid no heed to her suggestion, but Jean took it up. "The boatle's whaur ye s' no lay han' upo' 't," she said.
Would ye hae me ashamed o' ane o' God's elec' a lady o' the Lord's ain coort?" "Eh, but I'm feart it's a' the compassion o' yer hert, sir. Ye wad fain mak' up to me for the disgrace. Ye could weel do wantin' me."
"Annie's deein', Drumsheugh, an' Tammas is like tae brak his hert." "That's no lichtsome, doctor, no lichtsome ava, for a' dinna ken ony man in Drumtochty sae bund up in his wife as Tammas, and there's no a bonnier wumman o' her age crosses oor kirk door than Annie, nor a cleverer at her wark. Man, ye 'ill need tae pit yir brains in steep. Is she clean beyond ye?"
"Meryl doesn't want to marry van Hert, and van Hert doesn't want to marry Meryl; they both want to marry someone else; and yet they both mean to go on to the bitter end, because of some rotten-cotton notion about serving South Africa. O! I've no patience with these heroic attitudes! They are not suited to commonplace everyday life.
'As I was going to say, you can't take the place of a brother to her, Kirsty, else I should know how to answer you! It's awkward when a lady takes you to task, he added with a drawl. 'Dinna trouble yer heid aboot that, Francie: hert ye hae little to trouble aboot onything! rejoined Kirsty. Then changing to English as he had done, she went on: 'I claim no consideration on that score.
"Ye hev yir share in't tae, lass; we've hed mony a hard nicht and day thegither, an' yon wes oor reward. No mony men in this warld 'ill ever get a better, for it cam frae the hert o' honest fouk." Drumtochty had a vivid recollection of the winter when Dr. MacLure was laid up for two months with a broken leg, and the Glen was dependent on the dubious ministrations of the Kildrummie doctor. Mrs.
It's an awfu' thing to say o' a mither's ain laddie; and to hae said it only to my ain man, and the father o' the laddie, maks my hert like to brak! it's as gien I had been fause to my ain flesh and blude but to think it o' 'im! Eh, Peter, what can it be?" "Ow jist maybe naething ava'! Maybe he's in love, and the lass winna hear til 'im!"
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