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There was his bill to be settled, there was a chair broken, Alan had sat among his dinner things, James More had fled. "Here," I cried, "pay yourself," and flung him down some Lewie d'ors; for I thought it was no time to be accounting. He sprang upon that money, and we passed him by, and ran forth into the open.
And what can I do? I'm a Stewart, ye see, and must fend for my clan and family. Then no later by than yesterday there was one of our Stewart lads carried to the Castle. What for? I ken fine: Act of 1736: recruiting for King Lewie. And you'll see, he'll whistle me in to be his lawyer, and there'll be another black mark on my chara'ter!
"Oh, but you must have another name." "That's all," they stubbornly insisted. "Where do you live?" "Nowhere." "Haven't you any mamma?" "She's gone." "But who takes care of you?" "Nobody," gulped the one called Loie. "Mittie did, but she runned away and lef' us," added Lewie. "Where are you going now?" "To fin' mamma." "But you said she was dead."
We understand that the seat will be contested in the Radical interest by Mr. Albert Stocks, the well-known writer and lecturer." "You know everybody, John. Who's the fellow?" George asked. "Oh, a very able man indeed, one of the best speakers we have. I should like to see a fight between him and Lewie: they would not get on with each other.
"Is it somebody else?" he asked; at which the girl, with a memory of Mr. Stocks, reflected on the dreadful monotony of men's ways. A solution flashed upon his brain. "Are you going to marry Lewie Haystoun?" he cried in a more cheerful voice. After all, Lewis was his cousin, and a worthy rival. Alice grew hotly uncomfortable. "I am not going to marry Mr.
There was his bill to be settled, there was a chair broken, Alan had sat among his dinner things, James More had fled. "Here," I cried, "pay yourself," and flung him down some Lewie d'ors; for I thought it was no time to be accounting. He sprang upon that money, and we passed him by, and ran forth into the open.
Bertha Afflint clapped her hands. "Oh, splendid! When is he coming over? I shall drive to Etterick to-morrow. No bother! I can't go to-morrow, I shall go on Wednesday." Lady Manorwater opened mild eyes of surprise. "Why didn't the boy write?" And the young Arthur indulged in sundry exclamations, "Oh, ripping, I say! What? A clinking good chap, my cousin Lewie!"
"I'll to Lochiel and Appin and kneel to them," he was humming aloud, when suddenly his bridle was caught and a man's hand was at his knee. "Lewie," cried Wratislaw, "gracious, man! have you been drinking?" And then seeing the truth, he let go the bridle, put an arm through the stirrup leathers, and walked by the horse's side. "So that's the way you take it, old chap?
"I know it all already; I have got the dull, dead consciousness of it in my heart, but I want to hear it put into words." And he set his lips like a man in pain. "It is hard," said Wratislaw, "devilish hard, but I've got to try." He knocked out the ashes from his pipe and leaned forward. "What would you call the highest happiness, Lewie?" he asked.
Women and children walked leisurely to market or about their daily vocations, the shells roaring overhead, with no more excitement or concern than had it only been a fourth of July celebration. Even the negroes, usually so timid and excitable, paid but momentary attention to the dangers. Col. F.S. Lewie, Co.
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