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"A fine lad! a fine lad!" said the soutar aloud to himself, as he resumed the work for a moment interrupted," but no clear no crystal-clear no clear like the Son o' Man!" He looked up, and saw his daughter in the doorway. "No a word, lassie!" he cried. "I'm no for ye this meenute. No a word to me aboot onything or onybody the day, but what's absolute necessar!"
"I don't think you told me the name of the book you were reading, Donal," she said. "Gien ye wad sit doon a meenute, mem," returned Donal, " here's a bonnie gowany spot I wad read a bit till ye, an' see gien ye likit it, afore I tellt ye the name o' 't." She dropped at once on the little gowany bed, gathered her frock about her ankles, and said, "Sit down, Nicie.
He snatched him from his seat and hurled him at the door, where he fell in a heap. Klusky arose, and, although his eyes snapped wildly and he trembled, he spoke insidiously, with oily modulation. "Vait a meenute, Meestaire Captain, vait a meenute. I didn't say I vouldn't go. Oi! Oi! Vat a man! Shoor I'll go. Coitenly! You have been good to me and they have been devils. I hope they die."
"Mees Garden weel be hear in a meenute," the medieval face of Boris whispers into the Muscovite ears of Serge. Eleven-fifteen, and Miss Garden has arrived. She is armed, having brought along her heaviest shillalah. Mr. Prokofieff is on his feet. He takes off his coat. The medieval face of Mr. Anisfeld vanishes. Tap, tap, on the conductor's stand. Lights out. A fanfare from the orchestra's right.
I'll no believe mysel' 'at the laad I kissed like my ain mither's son afore he gaed awa' wad turn like that upo' 's 'maist the meenute he was oot o' sicht, an' a' for a feow words aboot a fulish play actin'. Lord bliss us a'! markises is men.
"Rise up, man, rise up and come away." Then from the prostrate figure he caught the words, "Depart from me! Depart from me! That is the word of the Lord." "That is not the word," said Macdonald Bhain, "for any living man, but for the dead. But come, rise, man; the neighbors will be here in a meenute." At that Black Hugh rose. "Let me away," he said. "Let me not see them. I am a lost man."
I expected to see yer eyes an' nose rid, onyway, Christina. 'Indeed! Is that how it affects you? He looked hard at her. 'My! ye're a game yin! he said admiringly. 'Weel, I maun slope, he went on, with a sigh that sounded absurd, coming from him. 'I suppose ye've nae message for Macgreegor something ye forgot to say at the last meenute? Eh? Christina was at a loss.
The black man answered never a word; he got upon his feet, an' begude to hirsel to the wa' on the far side; but he aye lookit at the minister; an' the minister stood an' lookit back; till a' in a meenute the black man was ower the wa' an' rinnin' for the bield o' the trees. Mr.
Cudna he be doon a meenute but she maun be upon 'im to devoor 'im! an' her father naething but the cursin' flesher o' Stanedyhes! forby 'at a'body kens she was promised to Jock Rantle, the mason lad, an wad hae hed him, gien the father o' her hadna sworn at them that awfu' 'at naither o' them daured gang a fit further!
"How long have you been in the rock there?" "No ae meenute, my lord. I flang aff my butes to rin efter a freen', an' that's hoo ye didna hear me come up. I'm gaein' efter them noo, to gang hame i' them. Guid nicht, my lord. Guid nicht, my leddy." He turned and pursued his way; but Florimel's face, glimmering through the night, went with him as he ran.
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