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'What is that? asked Ericson, not sorry to be persuaded that there might after all be some merit in the productions painfully despised of himself. 'Jist this: it's only whan ye dinna want to fa' asleep 'at it luiks fearsome to ye.
'Bless me, Miss Naper! said Robert, 'what hae I dune to set ye at me that gait? Faith, I dinna ken what ye mean. 'Nae mair do I, laddie. I hae naething against ye whatever. Only ye see auld fowk luiks aheid, an' wad fain be as sure o' what's to come as o' what's gane. 'Ye maun bide for that, I doobt, said Robert. 'Laddie, retorted Miss Napier, 'ye hae mair sense nor ye hae ony richt till.
It sud hae been pu'ed doon fra the riggin to the fundation a century afore noo. And here we're pittin a clean face upo' 't, garrin' 't luik as gin it micht stan' anither century, and nobody had a richt to luik asclent at it." "It luiks weel eneuch." "I tell't ye that I was makin' a heepocreet.
Sic fules hae an awfu' time o' 't; for fowk hardly ever forgies them, and aye luiks doon upo' them.
But, ye see that micht be to make a playock o' her hert. Puir thing, she luiks doon upo' me frae the tap o' her bonny neck, as frae a h'avenly heicht; but I s' lat her ken yet, gien only I can win at the gait o' 't, that I ha'ena come nigh her for naething." He gave a sigh with the words, and a pause followed. "The trowth's the trowth," resumed Miss Horn, "neither mair nor less."
Noo we ken frae Scriptur' 'at the Maister cam to mak aye ane o' them 'at was at twa; an' we ken also 'at he conquered Deith; sae he wad never lat Deith mak the ane 'at he had made ane, intil twa again: it's no rizon to think it. For oucht I ken, what luiks like a gangin' awa may be a comin' nearer.
"That luiks ill for Phemy," remarked Malcolm, when she had described his forlorn condition. "She canna be wi' 'im, or he wadna be like that. Hae ye onything by w'y o' coonsel, mem?" "I wad coonsel a word wi' the laird himsel' gien 't be to be gotten. He mayna ken what 's happent her, but he may tell ye the last he saw o' her, an' that maun be mair nor ye ken."
It maitters na to me whilk side o' my teeth I chow wi'. But I winna sweir till I ken the trowth 'at I may haud off o' 't. He's the man, though, gien we can get a grip o' 'im! He luiks the richt thing, ye see, mem. "Insolent wretch!" "Caw canny, mem 'thing maun be considered. It wad but gar the thing luik, the mair likly. "It's a wicked lie," burst with indignation from the other.
The tone of their reply struck him a little, but, not having observed how they watched him as he approached, he presently forgot it. The moment his back was turned to them, they turned to each other and interchanged looks. "Fine feathers mak fine birds," said one of them. "Ay, but he luiks booed doon," said another. "An' weel he may! What 'll his leddy mither say to sic a ploy?
"The hert o' a wuman's no deceitfu' as the Buik says o' a man 's, an' sae 's a heap the easier deceivt. The chield's no ill-luikin'! an' I s' warran' he's no sae rouch wi' a yoong lass as wi' an auld wife." "Grizzie, ye wadna mint 'at oor Aggie's ane to be ta'en wi' the luiks o' a man!" "What for no whan it's a' the man has!
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