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Updated: May 31, 2025
"Ye should ha' heard him talk aboot his love-affair! . . . the saft jelly of a man that he is, to be making up to ony woman." At that moment they ran alongside of the Eulalie and threw up their oars. "Stop a bit," said Errington. "Tell us the rest on board." The ladder was lowered; they mounted it, and their boat was hauled up to its place.
Means, spitting in a meditative sort of a way, "you see, we a'n't none of your saft sort in these diggings. It takes a man to boss this deestrick. Howsumdever, ef you think you kin trust your hide in Flat Crick school-house I ha'n't got no 'bjection. But ef you git licked, don't come on us. Flat Crick don't pay no 'nsurance, you bet! Any other trustees? Wal, yes.
I mind when it would hae driven me out to play amang the wreaths like a daft year-auld collie . Aye, and I am no sure that I wad not like a turn the noo not o' that saft stuff that will melt and be gane the morn's mornin', but the fine kind that sifts up your sleeve and down your neck! But for the puir herds on the hill, wae's me, it will be a wakerife time for them.
"A dam'd guid innins, an' I canna see what the hell you hae to yowl at." "A guid innins, you muckle black-hearted brute!" she cried. "By heavens, an' I'll see that you get yours afore I hae done wi' you. Dinna think though I hae been saft wi' you a' along, that I'll ay be like that.
She's aw in white satin, my lassie, an in her brown hair theer's pearls, an a blue ribbon just howdin down t' little luve-locks on her forehead an on her saft neck theer's pearls again not soa white, by a thoosand mile, as her white skin an t' lace fa's ower her proud shoothers, an down her luvely arms an she looks at me wi her angry eyes Eh, but she's a queen! cried 'Lias, in a sudden outburst of admiration.
He had lang white hair, an' a saft bonny face 'at would hae made 'im respeckit by onybody, an' aye when we speired if he wasna fleid to be left alane, he said, 'Them 'at has a clear conscience has naething to fear frae ghosts.
I could manage wi' ninepence. 'Ach, I didna think ye was as mean as that, Wullie! Was was she guid-lookin'? 'I didna notice her face a great deal; but she's a beezer for stootness. I'm gaun to meet her again on ma next leave. If I tell her we've orders for the Dardanelles, there's nae guessin' what she'll dae for me. 'She maun be unco saft, Macgregor commented pityingly.
"Does't come frae a guid place, or frae an ill?" said the laird, doubtingly. "It's saft an' kin'ly i' the fin' o' 't," returned Malcolm suggestively, rising and joining the laird on the top of the dune, and like him spreading himself out to the western air. The twilight had deepened, merging into such night as the summer in that region knows a sweet pale memory of the past day.
Better wooe over midding, nor over mosse. Better happy to court, nor good service. Blaw the wind nere so saft, it will lowen at the last. Better be happy nor wise. Binde fast, finde fast. Better plays a full wemb nor a new coat. Better say, Here it is, nor, Here it was. Better auld debts nor auld sairs. Bourd not with Bawty, fear lest he bite ye. Better a fowl in hand nor twa flying.
She sat with her elbows on the table, her chin resting on her clasped hands and her eyes fixed on Tam, eyes that danced with amusement, with admiration, and with just that hint of tenderness that you might expect in the proud mother showing off the accomplishments of her first-born. " fell aboot the heid of the Sausage-Killer," Tam went on, "bathin' his shaven croon wi' saft radiance.
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