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He had been accustomed to hear his father pray always extempore. To the Scots mind it is a perplexity how prayer and reading should ever seem one. Kirsty went a little deeper into the matter when she said: 'The things that I want, I ken; and I maun hae them! There's nae necessity ava to tell me what I want.
But I'm ready to hear ye tell me my duty; I'm no past reasonin wi'! 'Did ye never hear 'at ye're to lo'e yer neebour as yersel? 'I'm duin that wi' a' my hert, Kirsty and that ye ken as weel as I du mysel! 'Ye mean me, Francie! And ye ca' that lo'in me, to wull me merry a man 'at 's no a man ava! But it's nae me 'at 's yer neebour, Francie! 'Wha is my neebour, Kirsty?
In his mind there were for some years two conflicting ideas of refuge, one embodied in the heathery hut with Kirsty, the other typified by the uplifted loneliness, the air and the space of the mountain upon which the bonny man sometimes descended: for the last three years or more the latter idea had had the upper hand: now it seemed possible to have the two kinds of refuge together, where the more material would render the more spiritual easier of attainment!
'I can weel tak yer word, replied Kirsty, ''at ye hae an engagement; but ye said a minute ago 'at ye was engaged til him: tell me in ae word has Francie Gordon promised to merry ye? 'He has as good as asked me, answered Phemy, who had fits of apprehensive recoil from a downright lie. 'Noo there I cud 'maist believe ye! Ay, that wud be ill eneuch for Francie!
Kirsty! he cried, going after her. She went straight for home, never showing by turn of head, by hesitation of step, or by change of carriage, that she heard his voice or his feet behind her. When they had thus gone two or three hundred yards, he quickened his pace, and laid his hand on her arm. She stopped and faced him. He dropped his hand, grew yet whiter, and said not a word.
That very morning, as I was being dressed by Kirsty, I had insisted that I could walk quite well, and Kirsty had been over-persuaded into letting me try. Not feeling steady on my legs, I set off running, but tumbled on my knees by the first chair I came near. I was so light from the wasting of my illness, that Kirsty herself, little woman as she was, was able to carry me.
"A word in season to my Lady Jean, if I'm no sair mistaken" and Jock chuckled to himself when Kirsty had gone "and a warning to the laird micht no be amiss. It would be fine business for a Graham o' Claverhouse to marry a Covenantin' fanatic and the daughter o' sic a mither.
A Gordon of Weelset to marry a tenant's daughter! Impossible! Kirsty was now in the road before them, riding slowly in the same direction. It was the progress, however, not the horse that was slow: his frolics, especially when the other horses drew near, kept his rider sufficiently occupied. Mrs.
It was not fit for a man to run races with a girl: there were no laurels, nothing but laughter to be won by victory over her! and in his heart he was not at all sure of beating Kirsty: she had always beaten him when they were children. Since then they had been at the parish school together, but there public opinion kept the boys and girls to their own special sports.
Murray knew she was treading on delicate ground. The Highland pride is quick to take offense. "Sick people, you see," she proceeded carefully, "need very frequent changes sheets and clothing, you understand." "Aye," said Kirsty, suspiciously. "I am sure you have plenty of beautiful sheets, and we will change these when he wakes from his sleep."
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