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She had smiled wi' delight on hearin my name; she had blushed when my letter was put into her hands; and she had put that letter oh, delicious thought! into her bosom. The proof o' her love was conclusive. There was nae mistakin what were her feelins towards me. Jock's artless tale had put that beyond a' doot. I was noo put nearly distracted wi' joy.
"An' will you lat me get a ride on the dickie at the bural, Bawbie?" says Nathan, clawin' his heid throo a hole in his glengairy. "Haud your tongue, laddie," says I; "ye dinna ken what you're speakin' aboot." I gaithered up the claes. There was nae mistakin' them. They were Sandy's!
"If 'twas any smaller thing I'd listen to 'e, Mary, for I knaw you to be a wise, strong wummon; but theer ban't no mistakin' the message I got down-long when they told me what's fallen 'pon Joan Tregenza. No fay; my way be clear afore me; an' the angel o' God will lead my footsteps nearer an' nearer till I faace the man. "You've got a gashly, bloody-minded fit on you along of all your troubles.
Seemed like I'd been asleep for hours and hours, and I believe I was dreamin' that I was being serenaded by a drum corps and that the bass drummer was mistakin' me for the drum and thumpin' me on the ribs, when I woke up and found Vee proddin' me from the next cot. "Torchy!" she's sayin'. "Is that rain?" "Eh?" says I. "No, that's the drum corps." "What?" says she. "Don't be silly.
It's all in the speerit. Whan ye see't ye'll ken't. There's no fear o' mistakin' that." Teacher and scholar were silent. Annie was the first to speak. She had gained her quest. "Am I to gang hame noo, Thomas?" "Ay, gang hame, lassie, to yer prayers. But I doobt it's dark. I'll gang wi' ye. Jean, my shune!" "Na, na; I could gang hame blinlins," remonstrated Annie. "Haud yer tongue.
But I don't 'spects I'll find nobody in heben that'll be more reel comfort to me dan you chillen." "Oh Aunt Matilda!" cried Kate. "Why, you'll meet all your friends and relations that you talk so much about and who died so long ago." "Well," said Aunt Matilda, very deliberately, "perhaps I shall, and perhaps I sha'n't; dere's no tellin'. But dere ain't no mistakin' 'bout you chillen."
There's no mistakin' the spot, just west of the village; an' if you place your niggers there you'll have as good a chance as need be to nab 'em. Indeed, there's two boats to be in waitin' for the pirate captain and his friends set 'em up!" "And where is the second boat to be hidden?" asked Ole.
Well, he apologized again, and then he begun to laugh, it was so ridiklus, his mistakin' me for Johnson, that he'd knew all his life, and he says, 'I'll tell you what I'll do; we'll step across the street and tone up our systems at my expense, thereby wipin' out any animosity. So, of course, rather than be peevish, I done it. Then I tried to wipe out some animosity, but he wouldn't have it.
"No matter now, Cannie; I haven't time to bestow upon the murdering ruffian: I have my eye on him, however, and so have others. Indeed, I'm rather inclined to think the hemp has already grown that will hang him. What dress had he on?" "Why, sir, he had on a whitish frieze coat, wid big brown buttons; but there could be no mistakin' the size of his murderin' red whiskers."
"If you please, ma'am, is Mr. 'Olly at 'ome?" "No, he ain't." "I knew it," said Tilda tranquilly. "But by all accounts 'e's got a son." "Eh?" The woman still stared, divided between surprise and mistrust. "You're mistakin'," Tilda pursued. "I ain't come with any scandal about the fam'ly. A grown-up son, I mean with a 'orse an' cart.
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