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Forby, ye ken there's nae glory to God like the repentin' o' a sinner, justifeein' God, an' sayin' till him "Father, ye're a' richt, an' I'm a' wrang." What greater glory can God hae nor that? 'It's a' true 'at ye say. But still gin God cares for that same glory, ye oucht to think o' that first, afore even the salvation o' yer father. 'Maybe ye're richt, grannie.
'I said there was nae odds i' me, Betty, persisted Robert, laughing. 'I kenna what may be in ye, retorted Betty; 'but there's an unco' odds upo' ye. 'Haud yer tongue, Betty, said her mistress. 'Ye oucht to ken better nor stan' jawin' wi' young men. Fess mair o' the creamy cakes. 'Maybe Robert wad like a drappy o' parritch. 'Onything, Betty, said Robert. 'I'm at deith's door wi' hunger.
Noo we ken frae Scriptur' 'at the Maister cam to mak aye ane o' them 'at was at twa; an' we ken also 'at he conquered Deith; sae he wad never lat Deith mak the ane 'at he had made ane, intil twa again: it's no rizon to think it. For oucht I ken, what luiks like a gangin' awa may be a comin' nearer.
She had almost turned and fled. 'It's only me, Steenie! she faltered, nearly crying. Steenie stood and stared trembling. Neither, for a moment or two, could speak. 'Eh, Steenie, said Kirsty at length, 'I'm richt sorry I disapp'intit ye! I didna ken what I was duin. I oucht to hae turnt and gane hame again! 'Ye cudna help it, answered Steenie. 'Ye cudna be him, or ye wud!
Gin ye war the Lord himsel', my bonny man, an' ye may be for oucht I ken, for ye luik puir an' despised eneuch, I cud gie nae better, for it's a' I hae to offer ye 'cep it micht be an egg," she added, correcting herself, and turned and went out.
"I dinna ken whether I oucht to hae mentioned it to ane that wasna a member, though; but it jist cam oot o' 'tsel' like." "Sae the fac' that a man's a member wha's warst crime may be that he is a member, maks him sic precious gear that he maunna be meddlet wi' i' the presence o' an honest man, wha, thank God, has neither pairt nor lot in ony sic maitter?" "Dinna be angry, Mr Cupples.
Noo I hae the banker's word for statin' that upo' the very Monday mornin' efter that Sunday, Bruce paid into the bank a five poun' note o' that verra indentical nummer. What say ye to that, Robert Bruce?" A silence followed. Thomas himself broke it with the words: "That money he oucht to hae supposed was Mr Cooie's, and returned it till's dochters. But he pays't intil's ain accoont.
"Weel, Aggie, I daurna temp' ye to bide gien ye oucht to gang; an' ye wad but despise me gien I was fule eneuch to try 't. But ye canna refuse to share wi' me. That wadna be like ane 'at had the same father an' the same maister. Tak a thoosan' poun' to begin wi', an' gang an' an' du onything ye like, only dinna work yersel' to deith wi' rouch wark. I canna bide to think o' 't."
'Div ye think me a cooard, Kirsty? 'No wi' men, answered the truthful girl, who would not lie even in ministration to a mind diseased. 'Maybe ye think I oucht to hae strucken ye back whan ye strack me? I wull be a cooard than, lat ye say what ye like. I never did, and I never will hit a lassie, lat her kill me! 'It wasna that, Francie.
Shargar did not seem to see the comfort of it. He was depressed for the remainder of the day. In the morning he was in wild spirits again. Just before he started, however, he said, with an expression of tremulous anxiety, 'Oucht I to tell her a' at ance already aboot aboot my mither? 'I dinna say that.
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