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Nae letters; nae messages; no kind of word to onybody; or else there's my door." "Uncle Ebenezer," said I, "I've no manner of reason to suppose you mean anything but well by me. For all that, I would have you to know that I have a pride of my own. It was by no will of mine that I came seeking you; and if you show me your door again, I'll take you at the word." He seemed grievously put out.
"No, mem 'cep' by sicht o' ee; he hasna been lang aboot the toon. Some fowk sae he's dementit; but he's unco quaiet, speyks to nobody, an' gien onybody speyk to him, jist rims. Cud he be kennin' you, no? Ye 're a stranger here, mem." "No sic a stranger, John!" returned Miss Horn, calling the man by his name, for she recognized him as the beadle of the parish church. "What 's the body like?"
'No gien it was 'at naething wud ever gar him merry ye? 'That he micht weel say, for he winna need garrin! But he never said it, and ye needna try to threpe it upo' me! she added, in a tone that showed the very idea too painful. 'He did say't, Phemy. 'Wha tellt ye? It's lees! Somebody's leein! 'He said it til me himsel. Never a lee has onybody had a chance o' puttin intil the tale!
"He does a heap o' things; writes for the lawyers whiles; buys and sells queer buiks; gies lessons in Greek and Hebrew but he disna like that he canna bide to be contred, and laddies is gey contresome; helps onybody that wants help i' the way o' figures whan their buiks gang wrang ye ken, for figures is some ill for jummlin'. He's a kin' o' librarian at yer ain college i' the noo, Mr Forbes.
Sandy began: "O Lord, I never asked onything of Ye for fifteen year, and if Ye'll only get us safe back I'll never trouble Ye again." "Whist, Sandy," said Jamie, "the boat's touched shore; don't be beholden to onybody." Jerrold was asked if he considered a man kind who remitted no funds to his family when away. "Oh! yes. Unremitting kindness," said he.
"The Lord peety ye, Hermiston! the Lord prepare ye!" she keened out. "Weary upon me, that I should have to tell it!" He reined in his horse and looked upon her with the hanging face. "Has the French landit?" cried he. "Man, man," she said, "is that a' ye can think of? The Lord prepare ye: the Lord comfort and support ye!" "Is onybody deid?" says his lordship. "It's no Erchie?"
An' there's no comfort i' the place but plenty to ate; an' that canna be guid for onybody. She likes flooers, though, an' wad like me to gar them grow; but I dinna care aboot it: they tak sic a time afore they come to onything. Then Miss St. John inquired about Shargar, and began to feel rather differently towards the old lady when she had heard the story.
"An' sae gran'mother's weirin awa', father!" "To the lan' o' the leal, laddie." "Wull she ken me?" "Na, she winna ken ye; she'll never ken onybody mair i' this warl'; but she'll ken plenty whaur she's gaein'!" He rose, and they walked together towards the kitchen. There was nobody there, but they heard steps going to and fro in the room above.
What possessed ye, lass, to dee sic a thing?" She stood distressed, and made no answer. "Hoot, lassie, tell me!" insisted Peter; "I haena been an ill maister til ye, have I?" "Sir, ye hae been like the maister o' a' til me! But I canna that is, I maunna or raither, I'm determined no to explain the thing til onybody." "Thoucht ye my wife was feart the minister micht fa' in love wi ye?"
"Oh," said the little Bishop kindling at the sudden recollection of what had been passing in his mind, "I've left my Sunday pocket-handkerchief in th' pulpit at Wellhaase, and th' owd devil wor telling me aar Sally wod scold me, and I told him he wor a lying owd devil, and so he is; but I didn't knaw onybody could yeer me."
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