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Although they were sitting under your very nose, wi' their arms aboot ithers' necks, I dinna believe ye wad see that there was onything in't. But, though ye didna see't, Robin, I saw't and plainly enough, too although I said naething about it.
Jock Porteous, that's stiff and stark, puir fallow, was worth a dozen o' them; for he never had ony fears, or scruples, or doubts, or conscience, about onything your honours bade him." "He was a gude servant o' the town," said the Bailie, "though he was an ower free-living man.
Darkness lowered about them; then a jagged flash of lightning rent the murky air, and Sandie as he wrestled with the tiller saw a face white as foam and 'unco ghash' beside him. 'Hae ye onything on your conscience, Laird? cried Sandie in his ear, 'ony bit adultery or murder? If ye hae, mak a vow instantly to St. Nicholas, or we're lost.
His mouth was fallen slack, and showed a few yellow tusks. "Eh?" he asked vaguely. The thought that he must leave the Gourlays could not penetrate his mind. "I don't need you ainy more," said Gourlay again, and met his eye steadily. "I'm gey auld," said Peter, still shaking his hands with that pitiful gesture, "but I only need a bite and a sup. Man, I'm willin' to tak onything."
"I jist cam' to see whether ye war in want o' onything, Thamas." "I'm in want o' naething. Gude nicht to ye." "But, railly, Thamas," expostulated the weaver, emboldened by his own kindness "ye'll excuse me, but ye hae nae business to gang doon on yer knees wi' yer leg in sic a weyk condeetion." "I winna excuse ye, Jeames. What ken ye aboot my leg?
He turned, open-eyed, impulsive, intelligent, as he had always been in life. The Rector started. The inward challenge had taken voice. "Certainly I will tell you, if it will help you if you're strong enough." Bateson waved his hand contemptuously. "I feel as strong as onything. That sup o' brandy has put some grit in me. Give me some more. Thank tha ... Does tha believe in God, Rector?"
"There's no nane o' ye lauchin'," he said, "but I can assure ye the Earl's son gaed east the toon lauchin' like onything." "But what was't he lauched at?" "Ou," said Tammas, "a humorist doesna tell whaur the humour comes in." "No, but when you said that, did you mean it to be humorous?" "Am no sayin' I did, but as I've been tellin' ye, humour spouts oot by itsel."
Florimel gave him a strange, half startled look. Hardly more than once since her father's funeral had she heard him alluded to, and now this fisher lad spoke of him as if he were still at Lossie House. Malcolm understood the look. "Ye mean, my leddy I ken what ye mean," he said. "I canna help it. For to lo'e onything is to ken't immortal. He's livin' to me, my lady."
"At last there cam to the hoose that's Colonsay Castel, up there ae day, a yoong man frae Norrawa', the son o' a great nobleman o' that country; an' wi' him she was some ta'en. He was a fine man to leuk at, an' he pat them a' to shame at onything that nott stren'th or skeel.
'Ah, limed soul, that, struggling to be free, art more engaged!" "Hoots, ye're dreamin, laddie! Ye never was engaged to onybody at least that ever I h'ard tell o'! But, ony gait, fash na ye aboot that! Gien it be onything o' sic a natur that's troublin ye, yer father and me we s' get ye clear o' 't!" "Ay, there ye're at it again! It was you 'at laid the bird-lime!
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