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"It canna be an angel," said Robert at length, "for it's singin' 'My Nannie's Awa'." "An' what for no an angel?" returned Janet. "Isna that jist what ye micht be singin' yersel', efter what ye was sayin' last nicht? I'm thinkin' there maun be a heap o' yoong angels up there, new deid, singin', 'My Nannie's Awa'." "Hoot, Janet! ye ken there's naither merryin' nor giein' in merriage there."
A've naither wife nor bairns o' ma own, an' a coont a' the fouk o' the Glen ma family. Div ye think a' wudna save Annie if I cud? If there wes a man in Muirtown 'at cud dae mair for her, a'd have him this verra nicht, but a' the doctors in Perthshire are helpless for this tribble.
"I 'm some fain to gang back to the fishin', my lord," said Malcolm. "This is ower easy a life for me. The deil wins in for the liftin' o' the sneck. But a' that 's naither here nor there, I ken, sae lang's ye want me oot o' the hoose, my lord." "Who told you I wanted you out of the house? By Jove! I should have made shorter work of it. What put that in your head? Why should I?"
"So ye had a crack wi' the masther, did ye?" "Aye, quite a crack." "He mistuk ye fur a horse!" he said. This damper on my enthusiasm drew an instant reply. "'Deed no, nor an ass naither." Willie bundled up his hammers and prepared to go home. He took out his flint and steel.
" But ye're no i' the pit yet by a lang road; and oot o' that road I s' hae ye, please God, afore anither nicht has darkent!" "I dinna ken what's to come o' me!" again she groaned. "That we'll sune see! Brakfast's to come o' ye first, and syne my wife and me we'll sit in jeedgment upo ye, and redd things up. Min' ye're to say what ye like, and naither ill fowk nor unco guid sail come nigh ye."
Gien ye wad lat a body speyk 'at kens naething,'cep' 'at oot o' the moo' o' babes an' sucklin's an'troth I'm naither babe nor sucklin' this mony a lang, but I'm a muckle eneuch gowk to be ane o' the Lord's innocents, an' hae him perfec' praise oot o' the moo' o' me! She paused a moment, feeling it was time the laird should say something-which immediately he did.
But afore ye gang it's but fair to tell ye only I wadna like to be hauden ower strickly accoontable for the opingon, seein' its no my profession, as they ca' 't, but I hae dune my best, an gien I be i' the wrang, I naither hae nor had ony ill design intil' 't. "Bless my soul!" cried the laird, with more impatience than Cosmo had ever seen him show, "is the man mad, or does he take me for a fool?"
"A'm to do naething o' the kind," retorted Speug, turning a dark red at this insult. "Nane o' yir impidence." "Maybe you're f-frightened to come," said Nestie, and dodged at the same time behind a lamp-post. "Why, Speug, I didn't know you were f-frightened of anything." "Naither I am," said Speug stoutly; "an' if it had been Jock Howieson said that, I'd black his eyes.
Amin, agin, says Nebbychodanazor, the prophet; this is not that, neither is that the other, but every is everything naither can something be nothing, nor nothing something, to the end of time; and time itself is but cousin jarmin to eternity as is recorded in the great book of fate, fortune and fatality. Write again, says the angel. What am I to write?
"Man, Hillocks," Drumsheugh used to moralise, as often as he remembered that critical night, "it wes humblin' tae see hoo low sickness can bring a pooerfu' man, an' ocht tae keep us frae pride. "A month syne there wesna a stronger man in the Glen than Saunders, an' noo he wes juist a bundle o' skin and bone, that naither saw nor heard, nor moved nor felt, that kent naethin' that was dune tae him.
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