Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 15, 2025
Maggie was on the road before he had done speaking. Andrew tried once to lead Jess, but immediately desisted. "It would be fell cruelty!" he said. "We maun jist lowse her, and tak her gien we can to the How o' the Mains. They'll gie her a nicht's quarters there, puir thing! And we'll see gien they can tak you in as weel, Maggie.
"Dinna ye tell Grizzie that." "What for no?" "She wad be angert first, an' syne her hert wad be like to brak." "There's nae occasion to say't," conceded Cosmo. "But what's come o' her the nicht?" he went on. "It's some dark, an' I doobt she'll " "The ro'd atween this an' the Muir's no easy to lowse," said Aggie.
She gave me tea and scones and butter, and black-currant jam, and treacle biscuits that melted in the mouth. And as we ate we talked of many things chiefly of the war and of the wickedness of the world. 'There's nae lads left here, she said. 'They a' joined the Camerons, and the feck o' them fell at an awfu' place called Lowse.
"We haena killed her eneuch," said Curly. "I tell't ye, Curly! Ye had little ado to lowse the tow. She wad ha' been as deid afore the mornin' as Lucky Gordon's cat that ye cuttit the heid aff o'," said Linkum. "Eh! but she luiks bonnie!" said Curly, trying to shake off his dismay. "Man, we'll hae't a' to do ower again. Sic fun!"
A teem purse makes a bleat merchant. Ane year a Nurish, seven years a Daw. Ane ill word begets another, and it were at at the Bridge at London. A Wool-seller kens a Wool-buyer. Auld men are twice bairns. All fellows, Jock and the Laird. A hasty man never wanted woe. A silly bairn is eith to lear. As good merchant tines as wins. A racklesse hussy makes mony thieves. A hungry lowse bites fair.
Not to lift a hand, even to defend yourself!" said the marquis, vexed both with Malcolm and with himself. "Because I saw I was i' the wrang, my. lord. The quarrel was o' my ain makin': I hed no richt to lowse my temper an' be impident. Sae I didna daur defen' mysel'. An' I beg yer lordship's pardon. Faith! I s' gar ony man ken a differ there!"
"When you want to steal a denner bell," he said to Sandy, "carry't by the tongue, man. It's safer that wey. Bells an' weemin are awfu' beggars when their tongues get lowse." The captain was rale taen wi' Sandy, an', mind you, he hired a cab an' drave Sandy an' me a' roond the toon. He said he was bidin' in Carnoustie, and he wadna hae a nasay but we wud come an' hae a cup o' tea wi' him.
An' for this broo, I wad clear awa the lowse stanes, an' lat the nait'ral gerse grow sweet an' fine, an' turn a lot o' bonny heelan' sheep on till't. I wad keep yon ae bit o' whuns, for though they're rouch i' the leaf; they blaw sae gowden.
"Produce the siller," said the other. "It's in my pocket." "It's no' that. We riped your pooches lang syne." "I'll take you to Glasgow with me and pay you there. Honour bright." Ecky spat. "D'ye think we're gowks? Man, there's no siller ye could pay wad mak' it worth our while to lowse ye. Bide quiet there and ye'll see some queer things ere nicht. C'way, Davie."
'Whan the richt time comes, returned Kirsty solemnly, 'the bonny man 'll lowse the thongs himsel. 'Ay, ay! I ken that weel. It was me 'at tellt ye. He tauld me himsel! I'm thinkin I'll see him the nicht, for I'm sair hauden doon, sair needin a sicht o' 'im. He's whiles lang o' comin! 'I dinna won'er 'at ye're sae fain to see 'im, Steenie! 'I am that; fain, fain! 'Ye'll see 'im or lang.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking