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"An' that face has a different look now! ... Mac, see here!" Casey stooped to pick up a little book from the woman's breast. His huge fingers opened it with difficulty. "Mac, there's wroitin' in ut!" he exclaimed. "Wal, rade, ye baboon." "Oh, I kin rade ut, though I ain't much of a wroiter meself," replied Casey, and then laboriously began to decipher the writing.
"At last a letther came, written in Mike's own hand; and a beautiful hand it was that same, the good God bless him for the throuble he took in makin' it so nate an' aisy for us poor folk to rade.
"It's a lady gaein to Mistress Forbes's at Howglen." "Hoo ken ye that?" "'Cause Alec Forbes rade oot to meet her, and syne took her hame i' the gig." "Ay! ay! I thought I heard mair nor the ordinar nummer o' horse-feet as the coch cam' up. He's a braw lad, that Alec Forbes�isna he?"
O'Connor in front, bearing the book aloft, and exclaiming, "Dinnie couldn't rade it, Your Honor, but I rid it over to him, and he is parefictly deloighted wid it!" Three gentlemen, each of whom at a later day reached the Speakership, had served but a single term in the House at the opening of the forty-sixth Congress: Mr. Keifer of Ohio, Mr. Carlisle of Kentucky, and Mr. Reed of Maine. Mr.
"Ou, they cam out to gather marts for the garrison," answered the housekeeper; "but they just fell to their auld trade, and rade through the country couping and selling a' that they gat, like sae mony west-country drovers. My certie, Major Bellenden was laird o' the least share o' what they lifted, though it was taen in his name."
Darkness was fast gathering now, but the old horse knew every stone in the road: he carried her with his steady jog-trot safely enough over the two miles that lay between the auberge and the fishing village where the doctor lived, in a house overlooking the rade and the harbour.
They rade an' they ran; the doctor cam', an' the minister, an' the lawyer, an' the grave-digger. But whan a man's deid, what can a' the warl' du for 'im but berry 'im? puir hin'er en' thof it be to him' at draws himsel' up, an' blaws himsel' oot! There was mony a conjectur as to hoo he cam by his deith, an' mony a doobt it wasna by fair play.
M. Patissot continued: "There are, however, monsieur, principles which all good people recognize." M. Rade asked: "Which ones?" Then very solemnly, M. Patissot pronounced: "Morality, monsieur." M. Rade was beaming; he exclaimed: "Just let me give you one example, gentlemen, one little example.
Whan Andrew to Strathbogie cam', The sun was shinin' rarely; He rade a horse that pranced and sprang I vow he sat him fairly. And he had gowd to spend and spare, And a heart as true as ony; But's luik was doon, and his sigh was sair, For Lizzie was sae bonny! O Lizzie, Lizzie, bonny hizzie! Ye've turned the daylicht dreary.
"How do you know that?" I asked. "By the print," was the quick reply. "It tells yow all about him." I fetched the fly-sheet down, held it out to her, and said sharply, "Read it to me!" I thought this would clean beat her, but she said, simply enough, "I canna rade it mysen, but I've heard it read lots o' times." "Have you heard it read?" I asked the man.
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