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Dauvid appeared to tak' the whole thing as a maitter o' coorse, an' when I speered if this was juist their uswal, "Tuts ay," says he, "it's juist the loons in the exoobrians o' their speerits, d'ye know, d'ye see." Thinks I to mysel', thinks I, I wud tak' some o' that exoobrians oot o' them, gin I had a fortnicht o' them. A Sabbath class! It was mair like a half-timers' fitba' club.
Crookit Caumill was a very human creature, and hadn't a fault but the drink, Miss Napier said. And very little of that he would have had if she had been as active as she was willing. 'What's the maitter, Caumill? asked Robert, in considerable alarm. 'Ow, naething, sir, returned Campbell. 'What gars ye look like that, than? insisted Robert. 'Ow, naething.
We are altogether in an uncertain state, but there are more mills about, and more work doing in this district than in any other in the island, which might and ought to be a feather in the cap of Maitter, our late stipe.
An' I'm thinkin' it winna be lang or I hae a grup o' her. I'm gaein' back to Lonnon in twa days or three. 'Dinna gang till I'm deid. Bide an' haud the deevil aff o' me. He has a grup o' my hert noo, rivin' at it wi' his lang nails as lang 's birds' nebs. 'I'll bide wi' ye till we see what can be dune for ye. What's the maitter wi' ye? I'm a doctor noo.
I gave her full assurances upon that. "To what denoamination does she beloang?" came next, and was so unexpected as almost to deprive me of breath. "Upon my word, ma'am, I have never inquired," cried I; "I only know that she is a heartfelt Christian, and that is enough." "Ay!" she sighed, "if she has the root of the maitter! There's a remnant practically in most of the denoaminations.
The noise the maitter o' twenty chields like Sandy cud mak' wi' their buit soles wud fair deave a hale neeperhude. Hooever, it wasna Sandy's buits I was to tell you aboot; it was my nain. But afore I say onything aboot them, I maun tell you aboot the fairntickles.
A very nice outlook for me!" she remarked. "Oh, Miss Gabrielle!" exclaimed the man, greatly concerned, "dinna treat the maitter lichtly, I beg o' ye. I did, wi' puir Menteith, an' he deed juist like the ithers." "But what does it all mean?" asked the daughter of the house in a calm, matter-of-fact voice.
"Why, in troth, I can't complain, Mr. Malcomson; here's your health, sir, and after that we must drink another." "Mony thanks, Andrew." "Hang it, I'm not Andrew: that sounds like Scotch; I'm Andy, man alive." "Wfiel mony thanks, Andy; but for the maitter o' that, what the de'il waur wad it be gin it were Scotch?" "Bekaise I wouldn't like to be considered a Scotchman, somehow."
Ye dinna ken what ye wad hae! An' bein' a kin' o' a mither to ye a' yer life, I maun lat ye see what ye're aboot I wadna insist owersair upo' the years atween 's, though that's no a sma' maitter, but surely ye haena to be tellt at this time o' day,'at for fowk to merry 'at dinna loe ane anither, is little gien it be onything short o' a sin."
"Godsake, what's the maitter wi' ye, mem?" cried the housekeeper, starting from the rug. "I do not ken," answered her mistress, shaking her head. "But he is not speeritually minded, my dear." "Here, sit down with ye! Godsake, what ails the wife?" cried Kirstie, and helped and forced her into my lord's own chair by the cheek of the hearth. "Keep me, what's this?" she gasped. "Kirstie, what's this?
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