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'Courting? said she, drawing up her head, and looking back at him with proud defiance. 'Ay, courtin'! what other mak' o' thing is't when thou's gazin' after yon meddlesome chap, as if thou'd send thy eyes after him, and he making marlocks back at thee? It's what we ca'ed courtin' i' my young days anyhow.
"Have ye, Dick? what is't?" "Come and I'll let ye see," answered Dick, rising hastily and quitting the tent, followed by his comrades and his faithful dog.
"Have you heard the news?" he murmured, with a watchful glimmer in his eyes. "No!" cried Wilson, glowering, eager and alert. "Is't ocht in the business line? Is there a possibeelity for me in't?" "Oh, there might," nodded Gibson, playing his man for a while. "Ay, man!" cried Wilson briskly, and brought his chair an inch or two forward. Gibson grinned and watched him with his beady eyes.
He had forgotten something: he had nothing in case of sickness. "Master, you know my voyage is long; my work is hard; the winter is severe. I am not very strong now: I may fall ill. My wife she is not very strong may fall ill also. My son-in-law is not very strong: he may fall ill too. My daughter is not. . . ." "De'il ha'e ye!" roared the Factor, "what is't the noo?"
"Is't annything ye'd be wantin sur?" "Yes Potts," Rayne answers, still lying back among his crimson cushions, "Go and ask Fitts if he called for the mail at my office to-day. He knows what his duty is when I am not well enough to be stirring"
The clothing worn at work may be unavoidably soiled; as also the hands, when occupations involve the handling of dirty substances. But "a little water clears us of this deed; how easy is't then!"
Break not mine old heart; say thou know'st me. Thou DOST know me, dost thou not?" "Yea: thou art my dread lord the King, whom God preserve!" "True, true that is well be comforted, tremble not so; there is none here would hurt thee; there is none here but loves thee. Thou art better now; thy ill dream passeth is't not so?
Her face he saw was flushed, her eyes had hardened somewhat. Calmly she disengaged her hand. "What is't you mean?" she asked. "Speak, Sir Rowland, speak plainly, that I may give you a plain answer." It was a challenge in which another man had seen how hopeless was his case, and, accepting defeat, had made as orderly a retreat as still was possible.
As oor respeckit chairman says, I'm no' like Ralph the Rover, sailin' awa' an' scoorin' the sea for mony a day. That looks like a pure weyst o' soap juist like what goes on i' the Toon Cooncil daily-day. You may lauch, freends, but it's ower true; an' wha is't peys for't?" "It's his! It's his, lads!" roared a' the billies i' the washin'-hoose. "It is so," said Sandy.
His cheeks grew hot at the very thought of it. In the shadows, beyond him, a form straightened up stupidly: "Shay, Profesh Burgush, that you?" Dennie's father, half-drunken still! Oh, Shades of classic culture! To what depths in social contact may a college man fall in this wretched land! "Shay! Is't you, or ain't it you? You gonna tell me?" Old Bond queried.
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