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For mysel', I s' bainish the thoucht o' the thing." "I thank ye, Cosmo. Ye wad aye du like the Lord himsel'. But there's mair intil't. I dinna ken what to du or say. It's a sair thing to stan' 'atween twa, an' no ken what to du ohn dune mischeef maybe wrang! There's something it 'maist seems to me ye hae a richt to ken, but I canna be sure; an yet "
"De'il ane o' them, my Lord; but I wad hae him no trouble the likes o' me 'at fesses the fish to your lordship's brakwast: sic 's no like to be efter mischeef." "There is some glimmer of sense in what you say," returned his lordship. "But you know it won't do to let anybody that pleases get over the park walls. Why didn't you go out at the gate?"
I'll jist gang and see what's the mischeef." He was moving away, but Lady Florimel stopped him. "No, no, Malcolm!" she said. "It's very silly of me, I dare say; but I've been so frightened. They're such a set of geese Mrs Courthope, and the butler, and all of them! Don't leave me, please." "I maun gang and see what's amiss, my leddy," answered Malcolm; "but ye can come wi' me gien ye like.
Naebody mindit me, an' sae I cam to you, Broonie." And she laid her cheek, white, smooth, and thin, against the broad, flat, hairy forehead of the friendly cow. Then turning again to Betty, she said "Dinna tell auntie whaur I am, Betty. Lat me be. I'm best here wi' Broonie." Betty said never a word, but returned to her mistress. "Whaur's the bairn, Betty? At some mischeef or ither, I'll wad."
"Gie's a han' up wi't, Alec," he said. And in a moment more Curly was off to Widow Lapp with his bag of firing. "He's a fine chield that Willie o' yours, George," said Alec to the father. "He only wants to hae a thing weel pitten afore him, an' he jist acts upo' 't direckly. "It's weel he maks a cronie o' you, Alec. There's a heap o' mischeef in him. Whaur's he aff wi thae spells?"
'Theer's my grandfeyther, said 'Lias, almost in a whisper, 'an owd Needham an his two brithers, an yoong Jack Needham's woife her as losst her babby an yoong lads an lasses fro Clough End, childer awmost, and t' coonstable, an Passon Maine Ay ay yo've doon it! Yo've doon it! She'll mak naw moor mischeef neets she's gay quiet now! T' watter's got her fasst enough!
Half the mischeef o' watches is the ile." "But I don't see," said the doctor, "how that can be, Sim." "Weel, ye see, sir," answered Wattie and the words seemed somehow to have come tumbling silently down over the ridge of his nose, before he caught them in his mouth and articulated them "ye see, sir, watches is delicat things.
'I saw Black Geordie the nicht again, stan'in' at a back door, an' Jock Mitchell, upo' Reid Rorie, haudin' him. 'Wha's Jock Mitchell? asked Robert. 'My brither Sandy's ill-faured groom, answered Shargar. 'Whatever mischeef Sandy's up till, Jock comes in i' the heid or tail o' 't. 'I wonner what he's up till noo. 'Faith! nae guid.
"It's yer ain dog, my lord," said the bailiff, whatever consolation there might be in the assurance, as he took him by the collar. "Am I to be worriet 'cause the dog's my ain? Haud him the sickerer. He s' be ayont mischeef the morn!"
Get the Bible we maun. And ye maun fess't to me direckly." Dow was a peaceable man, and did not much relish the commission. Cupples, thinking he too was a missionar, told him the story. "Weel," said Dow, "lat him sit there. Maybe they'll haud him frae doin' mair mischeef. Whan ye jabble a stank, the stink rises." "I thocht ye was ane o' them. Ye maunna lat it oot." "Na, na. I a' haud my tongue."
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