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When she entered, he laid his auld wife carefully aside, and stood in an expectant attitude. 'Mr. Elshender, I want to be at the boddom o' this, said Mrs. Falconer. 'Weel, mem, gang to the boddom o' 't, returned Dooble Sanny, dropping on his stool, and taking his stone upon his lap and stroking it, as if it had been some quadrupedal pet.
Walker seemed to calm down all at once, and his eyes became cringing as those of a kicked cur as he stood before the angry mine-owner. "But I hinna telt you a' he has done," said Sanny Robertson, who came up just then in time to hear Mr. Rundell's words. "The dirty black-hearted brute murdered Geordie Sinclair. He telt me himsel' one nicht at the time when we were drinkin' together.
But a white-headed urchin, whom innumerable whippings, not bribes, had corrupted, cried out in a wavering voice: "Sanny Forbes was ane o' them; an' he's no here, 'cause Juno worried him." The poor creature gained little by his treachery; for the smallest of the conspirators fell on him when school was over, and gave him a thrashing, which he deserved more than ever one of Malison's.
Sanny sat quietly listening without comment, then washed himself and sat smoking by the fire for a time. He was a quiet go-as-you-please man, not given much to talking. But finally he could stand it no longer, and he took hold of his wife by the shoulder, saying. "Noo, jist you listen, an' for God's sake shut your mooth. It'll no dae a bit o' guid ravin' like that.
The laugh again rose at Lumley's expense, who was well known to have tried his hand at most things, and succeeded in nothing. Dooble Sanny was especially delighted. 'De'il hae ye for a de'il's brat! 'At I suld sweer! was all Lumley's reply, as he sought to conceal his mortification by attempting to join in the laugh against himself.
Robert longed to take his share in the struggle, but he could not trust his violin to Shargar, and so had to walk beside ingloriously. On the way they laid their plans for the accommodation of the dragon. But the violin was the greater difficulty. Robert would not hear of the factory, for reasons best known to himself, and there were serious objections to taking it to Dooble Sanny.
And Dooble Sanny, though not too religious to get drunk occasionally, was a great deal too religious to play his fiddle on the Sabbath: he would not willingly anger the powers above; but it was sometimes a sore temptation, especially after he got possession of old Mr. Falconer's wonderful instrument. 'Hoots, man! he would say to Robert; 'dinna han'le, her as gin she war an egg-box.
When Sanny Robertson came home that afternoon, he found Mag with swollen lips and half closed eyes and a face bruised all over. He did not have to wait long for explanations. She railed and swore and raged until one wondered from where she got all the energy, and all the strength. It was amazing why she did not collapse altogether.
But just let me hear about the trouble in your own way." "For gey near twenty year," began Sanny, "I've had maist feck o' the contracts in your pits back and forrit me an' Tam Fleming. Walker an' us were aye gey thick, an' though it maybe was putten doon to you that oor offer to work ony special job was the cheapest, I may tell you that I never put in an offer in my life for yin o' them.
You dirty murderin' beast!" he shrieked, as he tried to break away from the restraining hands which held him. But Sanny was soon overpowered, and Walker, bounding to his feet, was off up the railway towards his home, terror filling his heart, and his mind reeling with fear. Mr.
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