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But whether I deserve't or no, nane but ane kens. It's no by the word o' man I stan' or fa'; but it's hoo my maister luiks upo' my puir endeevour to gang by the thing he says. Min' this, lassie lat fowk say as they like, but du ye as HE likes, an', or a' be dune, they'll be upo' their k-nees to ye.
Whan he opened the buik, I saw him slip something oot atween the leaves o' 't, and crunkle 't up in 's han', luikin his greediest. Syne he read the twenty-third and fourt psalms. I cudna help watchin' him, and whan we gaed down upo' oor k-nees, I luikit roon efter him, and saw him pit something intil's breek-pooch. Weel, it stack to me. What say ye to that, Robert Bruce?"
I wad jist gang doon upo' my k-nees, whaur I stude afore ye, and tell ye a heap o' things 'at maybe by that time ye wad ken weel eneuch a'ready ." "What would you tell me?" Whether she was really angry or not, she had no difficulty in making Malcolm believe she was. She rose from her chair though not until he had ended swept halfway to the door, then turned upon him with a flash.
"I was half-gaits to Portlokie, whan I had a mishap upo' the road. Bettie pat her fit upon a sharp stane, and fell doon, and bruik baith her legs." "How did she come home then?" "She bude to come hame, mem." "Broke her legs!" "Hoot, mem�-her k-nees. I dinna mean the banes, ye ken, mem; only the skin. But she wasna fit to gang on. And sae I brocht her back." "What's that i' the cairt?
"I cud beseech ye upo' my k-nees," he went on, as if she had not spoken, "to lat me kiss yer bonnie fut; but that ye micht grant for bare peety, an' that wad dee me little guid; sae for ance an' for a', till maybe efter we're a' ayont the muckle sea, I beseech at the fauvour o' yer sweet sowl, to lay upo' me, as upo' the lips o' the sowl 'at sang ye the sangs ye likit sae weel to hear whan ye was but a leddy-lassie ae solitary kiss.
Bide ye a bit, though! WHAN he's gotten't, it's doon they're a' upo' their k-nees til 'im thegither. But gien they be prood, he's prooder, an' lat him ance get his heid up, an' rid o' the trustees, an' fowk upo' their marrow banes til 'im, haith, he'll lat them sit there, or I'm mistaen in 'im." "Then has my lady no companions at all?"
Phemy too was at the table: she rose as if to leave the room, but apparently changed her mind, for she sat down again instantly. "Man ye're unco braw the day i' yer kilt an' tartan hose!" remarked Mair as he welcomed him. "I pat them on to please my daddy an' the markis," said Malcolm, with a half shamed faced laugh. "Are na ye some cauld aboot the k-nees?" asked the guidwife. "Nae that cauld!
"Doobtless: the Makker has taen a heap o' pains wi the skin! Ony gait, yon lassie's ane amang ten thoosan! Jeemie sud be on his k-nees til her this vera moment no sitting there glowerin as gien his twa een war twa bullets fired aff, but never won oot o' their barrels!" "Hoot! wad ye hae him gang on his k-nees til ony but the Ane!"
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