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"Is there not," he said, "an old woman lodging in this or one of the neighbouring cottages, called Elspeth, who was long resident at Craigburnfoot of Glenallan?" "It's my gudemither, my lord," said Margaret; "but she canna see onybody e'enow Ohon! we're dreeing a sair weird we hae had a heavy dispensation!"
There was a ro'd here lang or yer lordship's father was merried upo' yer lordship's mither, an' the law what o' 't yer lordship hasna the makin' o' is deid agen ye: that I can priv. Hae me up: I can tak my aith as weel's onybody whan I'm sure." "I will do so; but in the meantime you must get off my property." "Weel, stan' by, an' I s' be aff o' 't in less time nor yer lordship."
"Well then, we may as weel let t' fire goa aat first as last," rejoined the good wife, a little ruffled. "Noa thaa shalln't. I loike a gooid foire as weel as onybody; and if thaa grumbles ony maar, I weant go to th' pit agean."
Onybody can mak' a long metre tune goa to a long metre hymn, but yo' mun beat that," and then he joined heartily in the puckering exercise, and helped them through their trouble.
And again, "If she ben't one o' th' handsomest, she's noan faal and varry good-natured; and i' his een she's fair beautiful, onybody may see that." I wrote to Moor House and to Cambridge immediately, to say what I had done: fully explaining also why I had thus acted. Diana and Mary approved the step unreservedly.
Few words passed between them, for the questions which Augustus felt desirous to ask were checked by the smuggler saying "Now, my canny lad, while ye are here I maun lay an embargo on your asking ony questions, either at me or onybody else. Ye shall be taken gud care on if ye want onything, just tak that bit stick at your bedside, and gie a rap on the floor, and I'll come to ye.
Hoo we wan oot o' the watter I canna un'erstan'. A' 'at I ken is 'at whan I cam to mysel', we war lyin' grippit til ane anither upon a laich bit o' the bank." "But hoo was't 'at naebody ever said a word aboot it efterhin'?" asked Cosmo. "I never tellt onybody, an' ye wasna auld eneuch no to forget a' aboot it." "What for didna ye tell?"
When he came to tell how he had encountered him in the deserted factory: 'Luik here, father, here's the mark o' the cut, he said, parting the thick hair on the top of his head. His father hid his face in his hands. 'It wasna muckle o' a blow that ye gied me, father, he went on, 'but I fell against the grate, and that was what did it. And I never tellt onybody, nae even Miss St.
Jist gang ye up to my mither, an' tell her a' aboot it. She's aye fair to a' body, an' never thinks ill o' onybody 'at says the trowth whan it's no for contrariness. She says 'at a heap o' ill comes o' fowk no speykin' oot what they ken, or what they're thinkin', but aye guissin' at what they dinna ken, an' what ither fowk's thinkin'."
But the last, and perhaps the most important, as it certainly is the most perplexing of these questions, is "Will I get onybody ava?" and this, there can be little doubt, begins to force itself upon her attention, after the smiles of her admirers have become so faint that they are no longer able to climb over the nose; when, instead of talking of love, they begin to yawn, and speak about the weather; in short, after she becomes conscious that her charms are at a discount, and that those who are coming up behind her are every day stealing away her sweethearts.
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