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"They say," continued the relentless Sanders, "'at the minister doesna get on sair wi' the wife himsel'." "So they do," cried Sam'l, with a sinking at the heart. "I've been telt," Sanders went on, "'at gin ye can get the upper han' o' the wife for a while at first, there's the mair chance o' a harmonious exeestence." "Bell's no the lassie," said Sam'l, appealingly, "to thwart her man."
'I houp I am, but I'm aye fin'in' oot something 'at 'ill never du. 'And ye'll keep fin'in' oot that sae lang 's there 's onything left but what 's like himsel. 'I un'erstan ye, Kirsty. But I cam to ye the day, no to say onything aboot mysel, but jist 'cause I cudna du wantin yer help.
"Nay, Tibbie, if you find fault with such a sweet, winning young creature, I shall think it is all because you will not endure a mistress at Gowanbrae over you." "His lordship'll please himsel' wi' a leddy to be mistress o' Gowanbrae, but auld Tibbie'll never cross the doorstane mair."
The marquis strode several times up and down the floor. "I 'll give you a thousand pounds for those letters," he said, suddenly stopping in front of Miss Horn. "They 're o' nae sic worth, my lord I hae yer ain word for 't. Pairt wi' them I will not, 'cep' to him 'at pruves himsel' the richtfu' heir to them." "A husband inherits from his wife." "Or maybe her son micht claim first I dinna ken.
I' the name o' God, the saviour o' men, I tell ye, dautie, the day 'ill come whan ye'll smile i' the vera face o' the Lord himsel, at the thoucht o' what he has broucht ye throuw! Lord Christ, haud a guid grup o' thy puir bairn and hers, and gie her back her ain. Thy wull be deen! and that thy wull's a' for redemption! Gang on wi' yer tale, my lassie."
'Tak him up to the garret. Betty 'ill ha' ta'en a tub o' het water up there 'gen this time, and ye maun see that he washes himsel' frae heid to fut, or he s' no bide an 'oor i' my hoose. Gang awa' an' see till 't this minute. But she detained them yet awhile with various directions in regard of cleansing, for the carrying out of which Robert was only too glad to give his word.
He was a guid man, my father; but his father learnt him to drink afore he was 'maist oot o' 's coaties, an' gae him nae schuilin'; an' gien he red himsel' o' a' 'at was left, it was sma' won'er only, ye see, Gibbie, what was to come o' me? I pit it till ye, Gibbie what was to come o' me?
His uncle knew that if Mike were dead, it would come to Pat as the ne'est in degree, an' he could keep it all to himsel' for the ne'est ten years." This statement appeared only too probable. Still there was a mystery about the whole affair that required a solution, and it was several years before I accidentally learned the sequel of this sad history.
If the Indians dinna get fully supplied here, they'll go elsewhere; they can do that since there's a French firm strung a line o' posts to compete i' the region, ye see. "Now I havena got the goods I need an' I canna get them frae Company sources. But there's a free trader set himsel' up tae the north o' here last season. The North's no a monopoly for the Company these days, ye ken.
"Wait," she murmured; "wait." "I winna wait, Dawtie." "Wait till ye hear what they'll say the morn." "Dawtie, I'm ashamed o' ye. What care I, an' what daur ye care what they say. Are ye no the Lord's clean yowie? Gien ye care for what ony man thinks o' ye but the Lord himsel', ye're no a' His.
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