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"He's a wise son 'at kens his ain faither!" remarked Miss Horn, with more point than originality. "The leddy never bore the best o' characters, as far 's my memory taks me, an' that 's back afore John an' her was merried ony gait. Na, na; John Stewart never took a dwaum 'cause Ma'colm MacPhail was upo' the ro'd."
At ony rate, seein' yer lordship pat me in a mainner in chairge, I bude to haud her oot o' a closed room an' her gaein' creepin' aboot yer lordship's hoose like a worm." "Quite right. Will you pull the bell there for me?" He told the man to send Mrs Courthope; but he said she had not yet come home from church. "Could you take me to the room, MacPhail?" asked his lordship.
"Ten it 'll pe your opinion, Mr Craham, tat she'll pe sleeping her sound sleep, and not pe lying wite awake in her coffin all ta time?" "A good deal better than that, Mr MacPhail!" returned the schoolmaster cheerily. "It's my opinion that you are, as it were, asleep now, and that the moment you die, you will feel as if you had just woke up, and for the first time in your life.
They were paid by the saloon-keepers, paid by the bullies, paid by the women themselves. At last they were forced to move." "I read about it in the papers that came on board in Honolulu," said Dr Macphail. "Iwelei, with its sin and shame, ceased to exist on the very day we arrived. The whole population was brought before the justices.
The reel was taken off and the house was silent except for the steady pattering of the rain on the iron roof. "I think she's getting a bit worked up," said the trader next day to Macphail. "She don't know what Mr Davidson's up to and it makes her scared." Macphail had caught a glimpse of her that morning and it struck him that her arrogant expression had changed.
"So you won't forgive my father, Mr MacPhail?" said Lady Florimel. "She would forgife any man put two men," he answered, " Clenlyon, and ta man, whoefer he might pe, who would put upon her ta tiscrace of trinking in his company." "But you're quite mistaken," said Lady Florimel, in a pleading tone. "I don't believe my father knows the gentleman you speak of." "Chentleman!" echoed Duncan.
Erskine's 'Institutes, ii. 10, 19. 1587, c. 29. 'Works, ii. 538. The significance of this utterance was long ago pointed out by the Rev. J.C. Macphail, D.D., of Pilrig Church, Edinburgh. 1567, c. 10. Parliament had made a great and revolutionary change.
"But first ye'll promise to haud yer tongues for half a day?" said Malcolm. "Ay, ay; we'll no clype." "We s' haud ower tongues," cried one and another and another, and all seemed to assent. "Weel," said Malcolm, "My name 's no Ma'colm MacPhail, but " "We a' ken that," said Girnel. "An' what mair du ye ken?" asked Blue Peter, with some anger at his interruption. "Ow, naething."
"Well," said Lenorme, "I don't know why I should justify myself, especially where no charge is made, MacPhail; and I don't know why to you any more than another man; but at this moment I am weak, or egotistic, or sympathetic enough to wish you to understand that, so far as the poor matter of one virtue goes, I might without remorse act Sir Galahad in a play."
He burst into a long, passionate prayer in which he implored God to have mercy on the sinful woman. Mrs Macphail and Mrs Davidson knelt with covered eyes. The doctor, taken by surprise, awkward and sheepish, knelt too. The missionary's prayer had a savage eloquence. He was extraordinarily moved, and as he spoke the tears ran down his cheeks.
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