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"I maun hae langer to think o' 't," said Sam'l. "Bell's mairitch is the morn," said Sanders, decisively. Sam'l glanced up with a wild look in his eyes. "Sanders!" he cried. "Sam'l!" "Ye hae been a guid friend to me, Sanders, in this sair affliction." "Nothing ava," said Sanders; "doun't mention 'd."
"We have a' oor troubles, Sam'l," said Sanders, soothingly, "an' every man maun bear his ain burdens. Johnny Davie's wife's dead, an' he's no repinin'." "Ay," said Sam'l, "but a death's no a mairitch. We hae haen deaths in our family too." "It may a' be for the best," added Sanders, "an' there wid be a michty talk i' the hale country-side gin ye didna ging to the minister like a man."
"I had ance a kin o' notion o' Bell mysel'," continued Sanders. "Ye had?" "Yes, Sam'l; but I thocht better o' 't." "Hoo d' ye mean?" asked Sam'l, a little anxiously. "Weel, Sam'l, mairitch is a terrible responsibeelity." "It is so," said Sam'l, wincing. "An' no the thing to tak' up withoot conseederation." "But it's a blessed and honourable state, Sanders; ye've heard the minister on 't."
"I had ance a kin' o' notion o' Bell mysel," continued Sanders. "Ye had?" "Yes, Sam'l; but I thocht better o't." "Hoo d'ye mean?" asked Sam'l, a little anxiously. "Weel, Sam'l, mairitch is a terrible responsibeelity." "It is so," said Sam'l, wincing. "An' no the thing to tak up withoot conseederation." "But it's a blessed and honourable state, Sanders; ye've heard the minister on't."
"We have a' oor troubles, Sam'l," said Sanders, soothingly, "an' every man maun bear his ain burdens. Johnny Davie's wife's dead, an' he's no repinin'." "Ay," said Sam'l, "but a death's no a mairitch. We hae haen deaths in our family too." "It may a' be for the best," added Sanders, "an' there wid be a michty talk i' the hale country-side gin ye didna ging to the minister like a man."
"I maum hae langer to think o't," said Sam'l. "Bell's mairitch is the morn," said Sanders decisively. Sam'l glanced up with a wild look in his eyes. "Sanders!" he cried. "Sam'l!" "Ye hae been a guid friend to me, Sanders, in this sair affliction." "Nothing ava," said Sanders; "dount mention'd."
"I had ance a kin' o' notion o' Bell mysel," continued Sanders. "Ye had?" "Yes, Sam'l; but I thocht better o't." "Hoo d'ye mean?" asked Sam'l, a little anxiously. "Weel, Sam'l, mairitch is a terrible responsibeelity." "It is so," said Sam'l, wincing. "An' no the thing to tak up withoot conseederation." "But it's a blessed and honorable state, Sanders; ye've heard the minister on't."
"I maun hae langer to think o't," said Sam'l. "Bell's mairitch is the morn," said Sanders, decisively. Sam'l glanced up with a wild look in his eyes. "Sanders," he cried. "Sam'l?" "Ye hae been a guid friend to me, Sanders, in this sair affliction." "Nothing ava," said Sanders; "dount mention'd."
"We have a' oor troubles, Sam'l," said Sanders soothingly, "an' every man maun bear his ain burdens. Johnny Davie's wife's dead, an' he's no repinin'." "Ay," said Sam'l, "but a death's no a mairitch. We hae haen deaths in our family too." "It may a' be for the best," added Sanders, "an' there wid be a michty talk i' the hale country-side gin ye didna ging to the minister like a man."
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