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'Michael Slavin, a' promised the lad a'd bear ye nae ill wull, but juist leave ye tae the Almichty; an' I want tae tell ye that a'm keepin' ma wur-r-d. But' and here he raised his hand, and his voice became preternaturally solemn 'his bluid is upon yer han's. Do ye no' see it? His voice rose sharply, and as he pointed, Slavin instinctively glanced at his hands, and Geordie added
"It doesn't matter if I'm cheated ninety-nine times if I'm some real help the hundredth time," she told herself. "Puir thing," said the recipients of her bounty, in kindly tolerance, "she means weel, and it's a kindness to help her awa' wi' some o' her siller. A' she gies us is juist like tippence frae you or me."
We discussed this information while walking out over the sands to see the channel at low water. 'Did you hear anything about this in September? I asked. 'Not a word. I didn't go to Juist. I would have, probably, if I hadn't met Dollmann. What in the world did it mean? How did it affect our plans? 'Look at his boots if we pass him, was all Davies had to suggest.
Efter the rummelin' haltit, I fand aboot wi' my fit for Sandy; but he wasna there. "Preserve's a'," says I, heich oot, "whaur are ye, Sandy? Are ye there? What's come ower ye? Are ye deid?" "I'm here, Bawbie," says a shiverin' voice in aneth the bed. "I'm here, Bawbie. Ye'll hear Gabriel's tuter juist i' the noo. O, Bawbie, I've been a nesty footer o' a man, an' ill-gettit scoot a' my days.
The grave-digger went on: "It's a strange thing love it levels a'. Noo there's me, that has had a wife an' burriet her; I'm juist as keen aboot gettin' anither as if I had never gotten the besom i' the sma' o' my back. Ye wad never get a besom in the sma' o' yer back?" he said inquiringly. "No," said Ralph, smiling in spite of himself. "Na, of course no; ye havna been mairrit.
This beat me, and, I daresay, my face showed it. "I'm no' juist what ye would call anxious to marry Mag noo," said Gavin, without a tremor. I told him to go on. "There's a lassie oot at Craigiebuckle," he explained, "workin' on the farm Jeanie Luke by name. Ye may ha'e seen her?" "What of her?" I asked, severely. "Weel," said Gavin, still unabashed, "I'm thinkin' noo 'at I would rather ha'e her."
"'There 's juist ae wy oot o' the room, an' it's by the door ye cam in at, a' said; 'maybe ye wud like tae come an' sit in the dinin'-room; ye 'll be less distrackit." And Rebecca charged John that no probationer should in future be allowed to enter the Doctor's sanctum on any consideration.
So, when I could say it without greetin', I said to Joey 'at I was goin' far awa, an' would he be a terrible guid laddie to his father and Leeby when I was gone? He aye juist said, 'Dinna gang, mother, dinna gang, but one day Hendry came in frae his loom, and says Joey, 'Father, whaur's my mother gaen to, awa frae uset. I 'll never forget Hendry's face.
This kind o' raggin' at ane anither gaed on for the feck o' the forenicht, an' we were juist i' the thick o' a' tirr-wirr aboot the best cure for the kink-host, when the doonstairs door gaed clash to the wa', an' in anither meenit in banged Sandy in his sark sleeves, an' his hair fleein' like a bundle o' ravelled threed. "Michty tak' care o' me, Sandy," says I, I says; "what's happened?"
The koir sang an anthem i' the efternune, an' Sandy sang anither at the same time, the rest o' the fowk harkenin' to the competition. Sandy gaed squawlin' an' squawkin' up an' doon amon' the quivers, an' through the middle o' what he ca'd the cruchits, juist like a young pairtrick amon' a pozel o' hag.
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