Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 21, 2025
He was an ill-bred little whalp, the bodie in Glasgow. I happened to say till um I would like a poker-heid just the same size as the rim of the fender! 'What d'ye want wi' a heavy-heided poker? says he; 'a' ye need's a bit sma' thing to rype the ribs wi'. 'Is that so? says I. 'How do you ken what I want? I made short work o' him!
It wad become ye better to fa' doon upo' yer knees and thank the God that's brocht him oot o' a fearfu' pit and oot o' the miry clay and set his feet upon a rock. But the rock's some sma' i' the fit-haud, and ae word micht jist caw him aff o' 't again. Gin ye fa' to upbraidin' o' 'm, ye may gar him clean forget's washin'."
I'll een receive it, if ye like, as a bit Memento o' the time when I was o' some sma' sairvice to ye at the hottle. Ye'll no' mind," he added, suddenly returning to business, "writin' me joost a line in the way o' receipt, ye ken to clear me o' ony future suspicion in the matter o' the letter?"
"The howling o' a sma' dog," declared his wife; "and I thought 'twas a portent, an' the great fear came o'er me again. But as I prayed 'twas unfolder to me that the portent was no' for yersel' but for her the puir weak hairt ye ha' tee save." She ceased speaking and the strange fey light left her eyes. She dropped upon her knees beside Kerry, bending her head and throwing her arms about him.
But the rider sate motionless on his horse for two or three moments after his last question, like one exhausted by some uncommon effort. At length, recovering himself as if with a sudden and painful effort, he asked Cuddie "if Lady Margaret Bellenden still lived." "She does," replied Cuddie, "but in a very sma' way.
"Na, na!" he said, seeing the lad eye the bottle, "it's no for you! ye want a' the sma' wit ye ever hed: it's no you 'at has to gallop; ye hae but to stick on! Hae, Susy!" He poured half a tumblerful into a soup-plate, and held it out to the mare, who, never snuffing at it, licked it up greedily, and immediately started of herself at a good pace.
As the soft motherly hand passed caressingly over the forehead resting so contentedly on her knee, Regina continued: "In all the splendid imagery that makes 'Aurora Leigh' deathless, nothing affected me half so deeply as the portrait of the motherless child; and often when I could not sleep, I have whispered in the wee sma' hours: "I felt a mother want about the world, And still went seeking, like a bleating lamb Left out at night, in shutting up the fold, As restless as a nest-deserted bird, Grown chill through something being away, though what It knows not.
"Ye canna hae failt to remark, mem," answered Janet, "'at whan the Maister set himsel' to feed the hungerin' thoosan's, he teuk intil's han' what there was, an' vroucht upo' that to mak mair o' 't. I hae wussed sometimes 'at the laddie wi' the five barley loaves an' the twa sma' fishes, hadna been there that day.
"Na, na, never a queston!" interposed Peter; "no ane afore even the shaidow o' deith has left the hoose! Draw ye up to the table, my bonny bairn: this isna a time for ceremony, and there's sma' room for that ony day!"
"Ellangowan, that was Mr. Bertram's I ken the place weel eneugh. The Laird died about a fortnight since, as I heard." "Died!" said the old woman, dropping her pipe, and rising and coming forward upon the floor died? are you sure of that?" "Troth, am I," said Dinmont, "for it made nae sma' noise in the countryside.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking