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And dinna ye think it'll be a' ower the toon lang or this!" "And hoo will ye meet it, mother?" "We maun tell yer father, and get him to quaiet the soutar! For her, we maun jist stap her mou wi' a bunch o' bank-notts!" "That wad jist mak it 'maist impossible for even her to forgie you or me aither ony langer!" "And wha's she to speyk o' forgivin!" The door opened, and Peter entered.
I didn't mean that. I wasn't thinking of mou eggs for an instant. I mean salt. Won't you have some sa sweets? I wish Mamma would come. By Jove! She doesn't look half bad when she colours up like that. MISS T. No, I made these myself. What are they like? CAPT. G. These! De-licious. How d'you make them? I can't get my khansamah to understand the simplest thing beyond mutton and fowl. MISS T. Yes?
But while the population increased, the tillage failed to increase in the needed proportion. I have, unfortunately, no statistics for all periods; but the general tendency is shown by the following table: Six mou are about one acre. In 1578, there were 66 mou land per family of the total population. By 1729 it was only 35 mou per family, i.e. the land had to produce almost twice as much as before.
No 'at he said muckle, for he daur hardly open his mou' for sweerin'; and Robert wadna sweer, ye ken; but he was neither to haud nor bin'." "What laddies war they, Charles, do ye ken?" asked Andrew. "There's a heap o' them up to tricks.
"And hoo cam' ye to see that ye wad hae been a' the better o' a wee mair pooer to read the heart?" "Whan the cratur was deein', the string o' his tongue, whether that string lay in his mou', or in his brain, was lousened, and he spak' plain, and he praised God."
Panagia mou! he is capable of every treachery! If he were not within " He indicated the fortress with a scowl of hatred, then made a motion which seemed to include the entire city and plant the people, resolute, before the windows of the Queen. "And the Governor of Famagosta?"
"Because the ocean sudna mak a mou' at the puir earth burnie that cudna help what ran intill 't." "It took it in though, and made it clean, for all the pain it couldn't help either." "Weel, gien ye luik at it that gait!" said Malcolm. In the evening his grandfather came to see him, and sat down by his bedside, full of a tender anxiety which he was soon able to alleviate.
But hear me, Robert, and lat hearin' be believin'. I never was sae drunk but I cud tune my fiddle. Mair by token, ance they fand me lyin' o' my back i' the Corrie, an' the watter, they say, was ower a' but the mou' o' me; but I was haudin' my fiddle up abune my heid, and de'il a spark o' watter was upo' her.
But there 's lawyers, my lord, to redd the doot." "Her son! You don't mean " "I div mean Ma'colm MacPhail, my lord." "God in heaven!" "His name 's mair i' yer mou' nor i' yer hert, I 'm doobtin', my lord! Ye a' cry oot upo' him the men o' ye whan ye' 're in ony tribble, or want to gar women believe ye! But I 'm thinkin' he peys but little heed to sic prayers."
To think o' Ma'colm MacPhail turnin' his back upo' them 'at's been freens wi' 'im sin ever he was a wee loonie, rinnin' aboot in coaties!" "Hoot, man! what's gotten intill yer heid?" returned his wife. "It's no Ma'colm; it's the illwully factor. Bide ye till he comes till 's ain, an' Maister Crathie 'll hae to lauch o' the wrang side o' 's mou'."
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