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"Yon divot 'at ye flang aff o' Luckie Lapp's riggin'," said Curly, "cam' richt o' the back o' my heid, as I lay o' the brae, and dang the blude oot at my niz. That's a'. Ye'll preten' ye didna see me, nae doobt." "I say, Curly," said Alec, putting his arm round his shoulders, and leading him aside, "we maun hae nae mair o' this kin' o' wark. It's a dam't shame!
Lockhard to Luckie Sma-trash's change-house, where a din, proceeding from the revels of Bucklaw, Craigengelt, and their party, sounded half-way down the street, while the red glare from the window overpowered the grey twilight which was now settling down, and glimmered against a parcel of old tubs, kegs, and barrels, piled up in the cooper's yard, on the other side of the way. "If you, Mr.
The dinner at Luckie Cumstie's followed of the plainest, but good. Alec's trouble had not yet affected the region in which Paley seats the organ of happiness. And while an appetite exists, a dinner will be interesting. Just as the gloaming was fading into night, they went back to the library. "Will I rin ower to the sacrist's for a licht?" asked Alec. "Na, na; lat be. The mirk's mercifu', whiles."
His first impulse on receiving the good news was to rush down to Luckie Cumstie's and have a double-tumbler. But conscience was too strong for Satan, and sent him home to his pipe�-which, it must be confessed, he smoked twice as much as before his reformation. From the moment of his appointment, he seemed to regard the library as his own private property, or, rather, as his own family.
"I never was across the door-sill o' sic a place afore," said Mr Cupples, "nor, please God, will either you or me ever cross sic a door-sill again." "Hooly, hooly, Mr Cupples! Speak for ane at a time. I'm gaein in this minute. Luckie Cumstie turned on the caller air ower sune for me." "Man!" said Cupples, laying hold of Alec's coat, "think that ye hae a mither.
'I cannot weel sleep, said the Laird, with the anxious feelings of a father in such a predicament, 'till I hear she's gotten ower with it; and if you, sir, are not very sleepery, and would do me and the Dominie the honour to sit up wi' us, I am sure we shall not detain you very late. Luckie Howatson is very expeditious.
"It s' be the waur for ye," she cried. Ye're no sic a witch as that comes till, though ye div ken a body's fit upo' the flags! My blin' luckie deddy can du mair nor that!" said Malcolm, irritated by her persistency, threats and evil looks. "Daur ye me?" she returned, her pasty cheeks now red as fire, and her wicked eyes flashing as she shook her clenched fist at him.
When Scott takes us into Luckie Mucklebackit’s cottage, or tells the story of “The Two Drovers;” when Wordsworth sings to us the reverie of “Poor Susan;” when Kingsley shows us Alton Locke gazing yearningly over the gate which leads from the highway into the first wood he ever saw; when Hornung paints a group of chimney-sweepers—more is done toward linking the higher classes with the lower, toward obliterating the vulgarity of exclusiveness, than by hundreds of sermons and philosophical dissertations.
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"Weel, jist sit doon there, and carry on frae whaur ye loot sit. Syne efter the three o'clock lecture wha is't ye're atten'in' this session? we'll gang doon to Luckie Cumstie's, and hae a moufu' o' denner she 'll do her best for me an' I'll hae jist a tumler o' toddy but de'il a drap sall ye hae, bantam and de'il a word will I say to ye there.
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