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"'He'd be mair sparin' o' his offers if he hed four and twenty mile tae look aifter. There's naethin' wrang wi' yir laddie but greed. Gie him a gude dose o' castor oil and stop his meat for a day, an' he 'ill be a' richt the morn. "'He 'ill not take castor oil, doctor. We have given up those barbarous medicines. "'Whatna kind o' medicines hae ye noo in the Sooth? "'Well, you see, Dr.
'Now don't be sparin' with the water, your reverence, and don't be a mindin' its noise; it's twicest the quantity of holy water it'll be wanting, and it half an hour a Protestant. It was at that moment Mrs. Rean appeared in the doorway, and Patsy Kivel, who didn't care to enter the Protestant church, rushed to put her out of his.
"'He'd be mair sparin' o' his offers if he hed four and twenty mile tae look aifter. There's naethin' wrang wi' yir laddie but greed. Gie him a gude dose o' castor oil and stop his meat for a day, an' he 'ill be a' richt the morn. "'He 'ill not take castor oil, doctor. We have given up those barbarous medicines. "'Whatna kind o' medicines hae ye noo in the Sooth? "'Well, you see, Dr.
As I kin spare ye fifty pounds for the holy work, yer reverence, there bes nineteen men o' this harbor kin each be sparin' ye ten." Father McQueen nodded his gray head. "Then we'll have the little church, Denny," he said. "Aye, lad, we'll have the little church shining out to sea from the cliffs above Chance Along."
"Well, arter all, Josey's nothin' but a meanderin' old idgit!" he thought angrily: "'Ere 'ave I been an' took 'im for a wise man wot would know exackly 'ow to begin and ask for the sparin' of the old trees, and if he ain't gone on the wrong tack altogether and made the poor little lady cry!
They evidently passed him over absently, and followed the squad of men swiftly trotting adown the road, all in good heart and good temper again, to take up their duty where they had laid it down. No faint vestige of a dimple was now in her daintily white cheek. "Ye be powerful sparin' o' speech ter-day," he remarked. Her eyes did not move from the distant landscape.
The cart started off, and Mrs. Thornburgh was left staring into the receding eyes of 'Jim the Noodle, who, from his seat on the near shaft, regarded her with a gaze which had passed from benevolence into a preternatural solemnity. 'He's sparin' ov 'is speach is John Backhouse, said Sarah grimly, as her mistress returned to her. 'Maybe ee's aboot reet.
"'He'd be mair sparin' o' his offers if he hed four and twenty mile tae look aifter. There's naethin' wrang wi' yir laddie but greed. Gie him a gude dose o' castor oil and stop his meat for a day, an' he 'ill be a' richt the morn. "'He 'ill not take castor oil, doctor. We have given up those barbarous medicines. "'Whatna kind o' medicines hae ye noo in the Sooth? "'Well, you see, Dr.
But I don't think he enj'yed his visit, all the same. She wasn't sparin' o' her remarks to 'im, an' I think some o' 'em must 'a' hurt his feelin's, fer he hain't been here sence." Lysander chuckled with reminiscent relish. Melissa had walked around the sled, and stood facing him, with her hands behind her.
I winna say what it was. Some hermaphrodeet cratur had written't that had no respec for man or woman, an' whase neck sud hae been thrawn by the midwife, for that buik cam o' sparin' o' 'm! "'Dinna touch that buik, my bonny leddy, I cried. 'It's awfu' fu' o' dist and stoor. It'll smore ye to open the twa brods o' 't.
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