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Every puff o' the engine brings me in mind o' ye, Ribekka; an' when I sit doon to tak' my denner, I lat fa' my flagon whiles, I'm that taen up thinkin' aboot ye." "Eh, Jeems, you're codin' me noo! But gude-night! Eh, mind ye, it's Sabbath mornin'." "Gude-nicht, my bonnie lassie. Oh, Ribekka, you're sweeter gin heather honey. I wiss Sint Tammas Market was here, an' we'll be nae langer twa but wan.
It wud tak a body lat me see maybe half a year to trevel there upo' 's ain fit, answered Kirsty, after some meditation. 'And me a hantle langer, my feet's sae odious heavy! remarked Steenie with a sigh. As they drew near the house, their mother saw them coming, and went to the door to meet them. 'We're wantin a bit o' a can'le, and a spunk or twa, mother, said Kirsty.
His mother had been dead for some years. She was a good, pious woman, and Jock quaintly affirmed "that it had pleased the Lord to provide a better inheritance for his dear auld mither than his arm could win, proud an' happy as he wud ha'e been to ha'e supported her, when she was nae langer able to work for him." Jock's filial love was repaid at last.
"Your faither will be gey pleased when he comes hame the day," she said, giving the conversation a new turn. "Ay, I'll get leavin' the school when I like, an' gaun to the pit when I like." "Would ye no' raither gang to the school a while langer?" observed the mother after a pause, and looking at him with searching eyes. "No," was the decisive reply. "I'd raither gang to work.
The day after his arrival, crossing the square of Glamerton, he spied, in a group of men talking together, his old friend, Thomas Crann. He went up and shook hands with him, and with Andrew Constable, the clothier. "Has na he grown a lang chield?" said Andrew to Thomas, regarding Alec kindly. "Humph!" returned Thomas, "he'll jist need the langer coffin."
"I can guiss; an' it shanna happen again, gin I can help it." "Tell's wha did it, than." "I wonno say names." "He's ane o' them." "The foul thief tak him! "Thae loons are no to be borne wi' ony langer." And he caught Alec by the arm. "I didn't do it," persisted Alec. "Wha killed Rob Bruce's dog?" asked the sutor, squeezing Alec's arm to point the question.
But what gars ye gang daunerin' aboot this place? It's no yours ony langer. Ye suld gang hame to yer wife. She micht say a word to quaiet yer auld banes, for she's a douce an' a wice woman the mistress. Then followed a pause. There was a horror about the old woman's voice, already half dissolved by death, in the desolate place, that almost took from Robert the power of motion.
I wud fain cry upo Isy ance mair! Sit ye doon, sir, shame upo' me! and tak a bite efter yer lang walk! Will ye no bide the nicht wi' 's, and gang back by the mornin's co'ch?" "I wull that, mem and thank ye kindly! I'm a bit fatiguit wi' the hill ro'd, and the walk a wee langer than I'm used til.
This was on the Thursday afternoon, and the wedding was fixed for Friday. "Sanders, Sanders," said Sam'l, in a voice strangely unlike his own, "it'll a' be ower by this time the morn." "It will," said Sanders. "If I had only kent her langer," continued Sam'l. "It wid hae been safer," said Sanders. "Did ye see the yallow floor in Bell's bonnet?" asked the accepted swain.
Their back winda had been blawn in, and Dauvid had tried to keep oot the wind wi' a mattress; but the wind had tummeled baith Dauvid an' the mattress heels ower gowrie, an' the wife got intil a terriple state. They cudna bide i' the hoose ony langer, an' i' the warst o't a', they cam' awa through a shoer o' sklates, an' bricks, an' lum-cans, an' gless, to see if we wud lat them in.
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