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Updated: June 13, 2025
'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.
'I've a sair, sair hert. I've a sair hert i' my breist, O Lord! thoo knowest. My ain Anerew! To think o' my bairnie that I cairriet i' my ain body, that sookit my breists, and leuch i' my face to think o' 'im bein' a reprobate! O Lord! cudna he be eleckit yet? Is there nae turnin' o' thy decrees? Na, na; that wadna do at a'. But while there's life there's houp.
Come out!" shouted Jean-Pierre, loudly. The nightingales ceased to sing. "Nobody?" went on Jean-Pierre. "Nobody there. A swindle of the crows. That's what this is. Nobody anywhere. I despise it. Allez! Houp!" He shook the gate with all his strength, and the iron bars rattled with a frightful clanging, like a chain dragged over stone steps. A dog near by barked hurriedly.
While Julien, dazed and bewildered, was seeking a reply, she passed quickly to the next group, going from one to another, and watching with interest the placing of the bouquet on the summit of the hut. One of the men brought a ladder and fastened the flowers to a spike. When they were securely attached and began to nod in the air, he waved his hat and shouted: "Hou, houp!"
'What aboot? 'What I'm gaein' to tell ye, grannie. 'Weel, tell awa', and hae dune wi' 't. I'm growin' tired o' 't. It was something else than tired she was growing. 'Weel, I'm gaein' to try a' that I can to win in there. 'I houp ye will. Strive and pray. Resist the deevil. Walk in the licht. Lippen not to yersel', but trust in Christ and his salvation. 'Ay, ay, grannie. Weel
The brig's doon. It's no doon. It's stan'in' yet. But the puir fowk, Alec! Eh, gin they warna preparet! Think o' that, Alec." "I houp they wan oot," answered Alec. "Houps are feckless things, Alec," returned Thomas, censoriously.
"We're a' honest men," replied Thomas, "an' we're a' open to conviction, but I houp nane o' us'll be weak eneuch to be convickit. Oor faithers wadna hae been convickit." "It'll dae nae harm to hear the argyments," said Andrew Hogg, the silent member of the session.
'Weel, says I, 'I dinna care what they ca' them; but gin ever I jine ony kirk, that s' be the kirk. Sae, efter that, whan ance I had gotten a sure houp, a rael grun' for believin' that I was ane o' the called and chosen, I jist jined mysel' to them that sud be like them�-for they ca'd them a' Missionars." "Is that lang sin syne?" "Ay, it's twenty year noo." "I thocht as muckle.
A' peetied him wi' Tammas lookin' at him sae wistfully, as if he hed the keys o' life an' deith in his hands. But he wes honest, and wudna hold oot a false houp tae deceive a sore hert or win escape for himsel'." "Ye needna plead wi' me, Tammas, to dae the best a' can for yir wife.
"That lick-the-dirt 's no gaun to gar ye marry the colliginer?" "Dinna ye be feared that I'll marry onybody I dinna like, Curly." "Ye dinna like him. I houp to God!" "I canna bide him." "Weel, maybe�-Wha kens? I daurna despair." "Curly, Curly, I maun be honest wi' you, as ye hae been wi' me. Whan ance a body's seen ane, they canna see anither, ye ken.
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