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Whilk o' the bonnie flooers do ye think likest Him, Annie Anderson?" "Eh! I dinna ken, Tibbie. I'm thinkin' they maun be a' like him." "Ay, ay, nae doobt. But some o' them may be liker him nor ithers." "Weel, whilk do ye think likest him, Tibbie?" "I think it maun be the minnonette sae clean and sae fine and sae weel content." "Ay, ye're speiken by the smell, Tibbie. But gin ye saw the rose "
I am not like mamma, but I want to grow a little like her, if I can, and you must help me, please!" Her voice faltered, and good Nurse Lucy, laying down her mop, took the slender figure in her motherly arms, from which it did not now shrink away. "My lamb!" she said; "Miss Mildred's own dear child! You look liker your blessed mother this minute than I ever thought you would. Help you?
If she should come on you suddent, she's liker than not to run for a mile or more up that path where we've just been and then to jump down one of them chasms you've just seed. But if she does pop on ye, don't you try to grab her, whatever you do; leave me alone for that. You ain't got strength enough to grab a hare; you ought to be in bed. Besides, she won't be skeared at me.
'Bout ship, mates! This here crew is on a wrong tack, I do believe. And come to think on it, it was like Flint's voice, I grant you, but not just so clear-away like it, after all. It was liker somebody else's voice now it was liker " "By the powers, Ben Gunn!" roared Silver. "Ay, and so it were," cried Morgan, springing on his knees. "Ben Gunn it were!"
And there are his agents the solitary but sufficient Three hewing, sawing, every one with the might and earnestness of a Demiurgus; under some instinctive rather than technical guidance; giant-muscled; every one a Hercules, or liker to those Vulcanian Three, that in sounding caverns under Mongibello wrought in fire Brontes, and black Steropes, and Pyracmon.
'I thank yo' kindly, sir, but I'd as lief stand on my own bottom. I dunnot stomach the notion of having favour curried for me, by one as doesn't know the ins and outs of the quarrel. Meddling 'twixt master and man is liker meddling 'twixt husband and wife than aught else: it takes a deal o' wisdom for to do ony good. I'll stand guard at the lodge door.
I heard him preach upon the young man who came to our Saviour." "Tell me," she said, looking down at what she could see of his face. "It was liker an angel than a man," he said quietly. "I could not take my eyes off him from his first word to the last. And all were the same that were there." "Was he eloquent?" "Aye; you might call it that. But I thought it to be the Spirit of God."
'Bout ship, mates! This here crew is on a wrong tack, I do believe. And come to think on it, it was like Flint's voice, I grant you, but not just so clear-away like it, after all. It was liker somebody else's voice now it was liker " "By the powers, Ben Gunn!" roared Silver. "Aye, and so it were," cried Morgan, springing on his knees. "Ben Gunn it were!"
The desolation that spoke in 'Why hast Thou forsaken Me? the consciousness of rejection and reproach, of mockery and contempt, which wailed, 'All that see Me laugh Me to scorn; they shoot out the lip; they shake the head, saying, "He trusted on the Lord that He would deliver Him; let Him deliver Him, seeing He delighteth in Him"; the physical sufferings which are the very picture of crucifixion, so as that the whole reads liker history than prophecy, in 'All My bones are out of joint; My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and My tongue cleaveth to My jaws'; the actual passing into the darkness of the grave, which is expressed in 'Thou hast brought Me into the dust of death'; and even the minute correspondence, so inexplicable upon any hypothesis except that it is direct prophecy, which is found in 'They part My garments among them, and cast lots upon My vesture' these be the viands, not without bitter herbs, that are laid on the table which Christ spreads for us.
The owls and starlings were frightened, I suppose, at hearing us, though why they should have been, I don't know, being used to the bells; and they flew about round us liker ghosts than anything feathered, and one great owl flopped out right into my face, till I nearly screamed again.
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