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"But," he added, "the hairst-play 'ill be here sune, an' syne the hairst itsel'; an' whan ye gang back ye'll hae won ower't." "Na, I doobt no," Cosmo; for, ye sae, as I hae h'ard my father say, the Gracies are a' terrible for min'in'. Na, there's no forgettin' o' naething. What for sud onything be forgotten? It's a cooardly kin' o' a' w'y, to forget."
Man, I never saw onything like her, The hypostasis o' her was jist perfection itsel'. Weel, ae nicht for I wrocht full late, my een war suddenly dazed wi' the glimmer o' something white.
Its obscurity is its dread; but if God be light, then death itself must be full of splendour a splendour probably too keen for our eyes to receive." "But there's the deein' itsel': isna that fearsome? It's that I wad be fleyed at." "I don't see why it should be.
The voice of the reader was heard in the chamber of death. "The minister's come, Thamas." "Come or gang," said Thomas, "it's muckle the same. The word itsel' oot o' his mou' fa's as deid as chaff upo' clay. Honest Jeames there'll rise ance mair; but never a word that man says, wi' the croon o' 's heid i' the how o' 's neck, 'll rise to beir witness o' his ministrations." "Hoot, Thamas!
Yea, he may tak pleesur baith in itsel' an' in its use, sae lang as he han'les 't i' the how o' thy han', no grippin' at it an' ca'in' 't his ain, an' lik a rouch bairn seekin' to snap it awa' 'at he may hae his fule wull o' 't. O God, they're bonny stanes an' fu' o' licht: forbid 'at their licht sud breed darkness i' the hert o' Cosmo an' me.
Look at the dog; just when it's starting to jump, it pulls itsel' back." As if it had heard the shepherd, the dog jumped at that instant. "It sprang too far," Gavin said. "It didna spring far enough." They waited, and presently the mist thinned for a moment, as if it was being drawn out. They saw the earl, but there was no dog. "Poor brute," said the shepherd, and looked with awe at Gavin.
"At the hinder end my paassion got up, and I faced a wife East-by, and I said, 'What gars ye glower at me that way, ye ignorant woman? ye would na think it, she answered like honey itsel'. 'I'm askin' your paarrdon, says she; and her mon by her side said, 'Gang hame to your ain hoose, my woman, and Gude help ye, and help us a' at our need, the decent mon.
"I 'members the day," said Dummie, with the zeal of a clansman, "when the Mug took a paper all to itsel' instead o' 'iring it by the job like!" Thereon he opened the paper with a fillip, and gave himself tip to the lecture. But the tall stranger, half rising with a start, exclaimed, "Can't you have the manners to be communicative? Do you think nobody cares about Captain Lovett but yourself?"
This was all she told me, and probably all she knew; and as she ended she wiped the tears from her own eyes, adding, "I'm thinking the puir bairn will no live long itsel'." The rain was over and the sun shone, and I got up to go; as I went, the child's dreary eyes followed me out at the door, and I cried all the way home.
"Weel, Peter, a' 'at I can say is, I ken my ain hert, an' ye dinna ken't." "Daur ye tell me!" cried Peter. "Disna the Scriptur' itsel' say the hert o' man is deceitfu' an' despratly wickit: who can know it?"
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