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He wes transfigured that nicht, for a' 'm judgin' there's nae transfiguration like luve." "It's God's wull an' maun be borne, but it's a sair wull fur me, an' a' 'm no ungratefu' tae you, doctor, for a' ye've dune and what ye said the nicht," and Tammas went back to sit with Annie for the last time.
"I went to the kirk, My luve sat afore me; I trow my twa een Tauld him a sweet story. "Aye wakin o' Wakin aye and weary I thocht a' the kirk Saw me and my deary. "'Aye wakin o'! Do ye think, noo, we sall ha' knowledge in the next warld o' them we loved on earth?
'He was a braw gallant, And he played at the gluve; And the bonnie Earl o' Murray, Oh, he was the Queen's luve! 'Oh, lang will his lady Look owre the Castle downe, Ere she see the Earl o' Murray Come sounding thro' the town! Leucha's eyes half closed, half opened, and she was soothed inexpressibly by the lovely voice.
The struggle was a bitter ane, between a father's commands and the bidding of true luve; and at last, ae night coming home from a friend's house, Alick and I forgathered again, and he swore he would not gang till I had promised I would marry him afore the week was out. "I'll not trouble ye with lang details of the battle that I fought with mysel', and how in the end Alick conquered.
Neither death nor time can pairt them that luve; there's naethin' in a' the warld sae strong as luve. If Annie gaes frae the sichot' yir een she 'ill come the nearer tae yir hert.
"'Ah, Jeanie! he cried, 'my ain darlin' Jeanie! my blessed lammie! I was na worthy o' yer luve. My heart, too, is breakin'. To bring ye back ance mair, I would gladly lay me doon an' dee. "An' he flung himsel' upon the fresh piled sods, an' greeted like a child.
"Wilt thou, honest John Wilson, pledge thy old friend in this red liquor, which formerly claimed so strong an acquaintanceship with the secret power of the topers' hearts of merry Christ's Kirk?" "For the luve o' heaven," whispered Jenny, as she clung closer to him, "touch it not! it will scald yer liver like brimstone, and may, besides, be the price o' yer soul's purchase."
"Hush, Rose! Do not say so, my girl. And do not call me 'lord; I am your slave and not your 'lord, my lady queen! You know I love you you only of all women." "Luve me? Ou, ay, sae ye tell me. But this gran' wedding is coming unco near to be naething but a jest. How far will ye carry the jest? Up till the altar railings? Into the bridal chamber? It's deceiving and fuling me, ye are, me laird!
"Yes, so it seems," said the housekeeper. "Aweel then, see here. This letter begins 'My ain dear Wifie, ye mind? 'My ain dear Wifie' and gaes on wi' a lot o' luve, and a' that, whilk I need na read, till ye. And it ends, look here 'Your devoted husband ARONDELLE. There! what do ye think o' that?" "I'm so astonished, ma'am, I don't know what to think."
Slope so as to complete the day with him and then return to his letter and its momentous fate in the next chapter. There is an old song which gives us some very good advice about courting: It's gude to be off with the auld luve Before ye be on wi' the new. Of the wisdom of this maxim Mr. Slope was ignorant, and accordingly, having written his letter to Mrs.
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