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"An' guid rizzon had she for that, gien a' 'at gangs throu' my heid er I fa' asleep i' the lang mirk nichts be a hair better nor ane o' the auld wives' fables 'at fowk says the holy buik maks sae licht o'." "What mean ye?" demanded Miss Horn, sternly and curtly.
Here's what He says: 'For where two or three are gathered together in My name, there am I in the midst of them. In that way, wharever He micht be walkin' aboot, we could aye get Him! He likes twa, an' His Father 'ill hear the 'greed prayer, but He likes three better an' that stan's to rizzon, for three maun be better 'n twa!
"An' ane o' them 's an ill wuman, sure eneuch; but I ken naething aboot the tither only 'at she maun be a leddy, by the w'y the howdy wife spak till her." An' gien ye dinna ken her, that's no rizzon 'at I sudna hae a groff guiss at her by the marks ye read aff o' her. I'll jist hae to tell ye a story sic as an auld wife like me seldom tells till a young man like yersel'."
He cam in, I say, the auld captain himsel' an' eh, sic an evil luik! the verra luik deith frozen upo' the face o' the corp! The live bluid turned to dubs i' my inside. He cam on an' on, but no straucht for whaur we sat, or I dinna think the sma' rizzon I had left wad hae bidden wi' me, but as gien he war haudin' for 's bed.
"Gien yer lordship kens nane, sma' occasion hae I to baud a rizzon to yer han'. I thoucht but the thoucht itsel's impidence." "You young fool! You thought, because I came upon you as I did in the garret the other night Bah! You damned ape! As if I could not trust ! Pshaw!"
I never did ye an ill turn 'at I ken o'! said Phemy, and burst afresh into tears of self-pity and sense of wrong. 'Na, my bonny doo, answered Kirsty, 'ye never did me ony ill turn! It wasna in ye. But that's the less rizzon 'at I sudna du you a guid ane. And yer father has been like the Bountiful himsel to me!
'But it'll he some sair upo' them to sit there aitin' an' drinkin' an' talkin' awa', an' enjoyin' themsel's, whan ilka noo an' than there'll come a sough o' wailin' up frae the ill place, an' a smell o' burnin' ill to bide. 'What put that i' yer heid, laddie? There's no rizzon to think 'at hell's sae near haven as a' that. The Lord forbid it!
The hearing was likely to be frightful when so prefaced by Grannie. "There's no guid ever cam' o' ca'in' things oot o' their ain names," she began, "an" it's my min' 'at gien ever ae man was a willain, an' gien ever ae man had rizzon no to lie quaiet whan he was doon, that man was your father's uncle his gran' uncle, that is, the auld captain, as we ca'd him.
It's unco ready to that o' 'ts ain sel'; an' it's my opingon that there's no anither instrument but the fiddle fit to play the Flooers o' the Forest upo', for that very rizzon, in a' his Maijesty's dominions. My father playt the fiddle, but no like your gran'father. Robert was silent.
"Lat me luik at it," said Alec, eagerly. "Na, ye wadna mak' either rhyme or rizzon o' 't as it stan's. I'll read it to ye." "Come and sit doon, than, on the ither side o' the dyke." A dyke in Scotland is an earthen fence�-to my prejudiced mind, the ideal of fences; because, for one thing, it never keeps anybody out.
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