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Jeff Wobbles, 't ain' no kin' ob 'liance till I see dat gole an' hab some ob it too!" Jeff had to succumb like many a higher-born suitor before him, with the added chagrin of remembering that he had first suggested the purely businesslike aspect of his motive. "Berry well; meet me here ter-morrer night when I whistle like a whip-o'-will. But yer ain' so smart as yer tink yer are, Suky.
Sultry heart and cold head; where these meet, there ariseth the blusterer, the "Saviour." Greater ones, verily, have there been, and higher-born ones, than those whom the people call Saviours, those rapturous blusterers! And by still greater ones than any of the Saviours must ye be saved, my brethren, if ye would find the way to freedom! Never yet hath there been a Superman.
"Ay, ay," answered Luckie Mucklebackit, "I see you hae gotten a' your braws on; ye're looking about for Steenie now but he's no at hame the night; and ye'll no do for Steenie, lass a feckless thing like you's no fit to mainteen a man." "Steenie will no do for me," retorted Jenny, with a toss of her head that might have become a higher-born damsel; "I maun hae a man that can mainteen his wife."
And I told him to mind what he was about; for he was not a gentleman, and you was, sir." "I hope I am. And Tom is as much a gentleman as I have any claim to be." Thomas Weir held out his hand. "Now, sir, I do believe you mean in my shop what you say in your pulpit; and there is ONE Christian in the world at least. But what will your good lady say? She's higher-born than you no offence, sir."
As for traitors, he was sure, that whatever treachery might lurk among some of the higher-born and wealthier Athenians, the rank and file whom he commanded were ready to do their utmost in his and their own cause.
Now Elsie, being still of a romantic turn of mind, had taken it into her head that Lily Mordaunt, if not actually the princess to be found in poetic dramas whose rank was for a while kept concealed, was yet one of the higher-born daughters of the ancient race whose name she bore, and in that respect no derogatory alliance for Kenelm Chillingly.
"Ay, ay," answered Luckie Mucklebackit, "I see you hae gotten a' your braws on; ye're looking about for Steenie now but he's no at hame the night; and ye'll no do for Steenie, lass a feckless thing like you's no fit to mainteen a man." "Steenie will no do for me," retorted Jenny, with a toss of her head that might have become a higher-born damsel; "I maun hae a man that can mainteen his wife."
Now Elsie, being still of a romantic turn of mind, had taken it into her head that Lily Mordaunt, if not actually the princess to be found in poetic dramas whose rank was for a while kept concealed, was yet one of the higher-born daughters of the ancient race whose name she bore, and in that respect no derogatory alliance for Kenelm Chillingly.
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