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Updated: May 19, 2025
Annie was busy at the washtub, and it was her mother, who had come to live with her and her baby while her husband was at the Front, that answered the postman's knock and brought in the parcel. "Annie, here's a parcil thro' France. It'll be thy Jim that's sent it. I can tell his writin' onywhere, though his hand do seem a bit shaky like."
We had lived on the grund, and under the Redgauntlets, since the riding-days, and lang before. It was a pleasant bit; and, I think the air is callerer and fresher there than onywhere else in the country. It's a' deserted now; and I sat on the broken door-cheek three days since, and was glad I couldna see the plight the place was in but that's a' wide o' the mark.
"To be sure, if his lordship has a fancy," said Caleb; and re-entering with a jug of pure element "He will scarce find such water onywhere as is drawn frae the well at Wolf's Crag; nevertheless "
Me lauch, wi' ma cauld, empty hame! "Yir the only man kens, Weelum, that I aince luved the noblest wumman in the glen or onywhere, an' a' luve her still, but wi' anither luve noo. "She had given her heart tae anither, or a've thocht a' micht hae won her, though nae man be worthy o' sic a gift.
Me lauch, wi' ma cauld, empty hame! "Yir the only man kens, Weelum, that I aince luved the noblest wumman in the Glen or onywhere, an' a' luve her still, but wi' anither luve noo. "She hed given her hert tae anither, or a' 've thocht a' micht hae won her, though nae man be worthy o' sic a gift.
"Father, do you gae on, and let the young gentlemen bide a wee and rest their banes and tell a puir woman wha never gaes onywhere the news!" "Then do ye sit awhile, laddies, with the womenfolk," said Jarvis Barrow. "But give me pardon if I go, for I canna keep the kirk waiting." He was gone, staff and gray plaid and a collie with him. Jenny, his daughter, appeared in the door. "Come in, Mr.
Guid-nicht, then, and see ye lick that ill laddie for near settin' the hoose on fire. It's no' safe, I tell ye, to live onywhere near him noo that he's begun thae tricks. Baith Peter an' him are fair Bolsheviks ... Did I tell ye that Miss Reston sent me a grand feather-boa grey, in a present? I've aye had a notion o' a feather-boa, but I dinna ken how she kent that.
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