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"They're aft eneuch jist sic like, the main differ lyin' in what they're defiled wi'; an' 'deed whiles there's no differ there, or maist ony gait, maybe, but i' the set o' the shoothers, an' the wag o' the tongue." "An' what 'll we du wi' the laird?" said Malcolm. "We maun first see what we can du wi' him. I wad try to keep him mysel', that is, gien he wad bide but there's that jaud Jean!
'And what said he to ye? 'He said was the deevil at my lug, that I did naething but caw my han's to bits upo' my shoothers. 'And what said ye to that? 'Weel dune, Shargar! What said he to that? 'He leuch, and speirt gin I wad list, and gae me a shillin'. 'Ye didna tak it, Shargar? asked Robert in some alarm. 'Ay did I. Catch me no taking a shillin'! 'But they'll haud ye till 't. 'Na, na.
He cam to saitisfee God's justice by giein' him back his bairns; by garrin' them see that God was just; by sendin' them greetin' hame to fa' at his feet, an' grip his knees an' say, "Father, ye're i' the richt." He cam to lift the weicht o' the sins that God had curst aff o' the shoothers o' them 'at did them, by makin' them turn agen them, an' be for God an' no for sin.
'Gin he had but the grace o' God, there wadna be muckle to compleen o', acquiesced his grandmother. 'There's time eneuch for that, Mrs. Faukner. Ye canna get auld heids upo' young shoothers, ye ken. ''Deed for that maitter, ye may get mony an auld heid upo' auld shoothers, and nae a spark o' grace in 't to lat it see hoo to lay itsel' doon i' the grave. Robert returned before Mr.
"Hoots, man! sit doon," he said quietly; "ye micht as weel try to rescue a kid frae the jaws o' a lion as rescue Andry Black frae the fangs o' Lauderdale an' his crew. But something may be dune when they're takin' him back to the Tolbooth if ye're a' wullin' to help. We mak' full twunty-four feet amangst us, an' oor shoothers are braid!"
The corners of his mouth turned down instead of up, thereby giving his grave countenance an unusually arch expression. "Why, what do you mean, you cynical Scot!" demanded John Skyd. "Our shoulders are broad enough, are they not? nearly as broad as your own." "Oo' ay, yer shoothers are weel aneugh, but I wadna gie much for yer heeds or haunds."
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.
Gin I haena the rheumateese screwin' awa' atween my shoothers the nicht it wonna be their fau'ts; for as I cam' ower frae the ironmonger's there, I jist got a ba' i' the how o' my neck, 'at amaist sent me howkin' wi' my snoot i' the snaw. And there it stack, and at this preceese moment it's rinnin' doon the sma' o' my back as gin 't war a burnie doon a hillside. We maun hae mair constables!"
For naither you nor me can be that far frae hame, Robert, an' whan we win there we'll be yoong eneuch, I'm thinkin'; an' no ower yoong, for we'll hae what they say ye canna get doon here a pair o' auld heids upo' yoong shoothers." "Eh! but I wuss I may hae ye there, Janet, for I kenna what I wad do wantin' ye.