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Updated: May 23, 2025
He cannot see you at present, Sir." "Stand aside, thou Moabite! My mission admits of no delay. I come to save him from the jaws of destruction!" "An that be the case, Sir, it maks a wide difference; an', as the danger may threaten us a', I fancy I may as weel let ye gang by as fight wi' ye, sin' ye seem sae intent on 't. The man says he's comin' to save ye, an' canna stop, Sir. Here he is."
The laird began to think he must be one of those who delight to plaster knowledge with mystery. "Weel, laird," said Jeames at length, "the weicbt o' what ye hae laid upo' me, maks me doobtfu' whaur nae doobt sud be.
They were birk-trees, an' their boles were that breet they fair glistened i' t' sunleet. An' underneath t' birks were bluebells, yakkers an' yakkers o' bluebells, an' I thowt they were bluer an' breeter nor ony I'd seen afore. There were all maks o' birds i' t' trees spinks an' throstles an' blackbirds an' t' air aboon my head were fair wick wi' larks an' pipits singin' as canty as could be.
She opened the envelope and began to read the letter. It ran as follows: "Dear Annie, I hope this finds you well, as it leaves me at present. I'm sendin' thee a helmet that I took off a German that I com across i' one o' them gert sump-hoils that t' Jack Johnsons maks i' t' grund. He were a fearful big gobslotch, so I reckon t' helmet will do to wesh aar Jimmy in.
"Ay, my lads, a sad time when a man maks war like that again his brothers wi' fire and sword, leastwise wi' goon. That theer fen was like a battlefield in them days, while now it's as pleasant a place to look upon as a man need wish to see." "A lovely landscape, Hicky," said Dick, gazing across the verdant plain. "Ay, lad, and once all bog and watter, and hardly a tree from end to end."
That's the best I got oot o' my cheemistry last session. An' fain wad I haud air an' watter in motion aboot me, an' sae serve my en' whether by waggin' wi' my wings or whiskin' wi' my tail. Eh! it's jist won'erfu'. Its a' ae gran' consortit confusion o' hermony an' order; an' what maks the confusion is only jist 'at a' thing's workin' an' naething sits idle.
Her gaze swept the distant water of the estuary mouth, as it lay alternately dark and shining under the storm lights of the clouds. "An I'll juist warn yo o' yan thing, Laura," said Polly, with fresh energy. "There's soom one at Bannisdale itsel, as spreads aw maks o' tales. There's a body theer, as is noa friend o' yours." "Oh! Mrs. Denton," said Laura languidly. "Of course."
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