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"Div ye railly think it, Ma'colm?" sighed the factor with a flush. "I div that, sir. Only whan ye grow better, gien ye'll alloo me to say't, sir, ye maunna lat Sawtan temp' ye to think 'at this same repentin' was but a wakeness o' the flesh, an' no an enlichtenment o' the speerit." "I s' tie mysel' up till 't," cried the factor eagerly.
"Weel," quoth the laird, entering now into the humour of the thing, "herewith I adjure thee, thou contrairy and inarticulate speerit, that thou tell me whereof and of what substance this same toy-horse is composed, manufactured, or made up."
'He's dune a' 'at he can for him, I doobt, already. 'Duv ye think 'at God cudna save a man gin he liket, than, grannie? 'God can do a'thing. There's nae doobt but by the gift o' his speerit he cud save a'body. 'An' ye think he's no mercifu' eneuch to do 't? 'It winna do to meddle wi' fowk's free wull. To gar fowk he gude wad be nae gudeness.
"Come, Mike, zee the English sporting speerit! Voila! What a race a dory and a dry dock!" "Throw us a line!" shrieked Madden, "you blithering think this is fun?" "Ah, pardon, a thousand pardons! I hasten!" He disappeared and a few seconds later a coil of rope came hurtling down. Madden caught it and his toil was over.
It comes doon like the speerit himsel' upo' quaiet herts." "Did ye ever see, Tibbie?" asked Annie, after a pause. "Na; nae that I min' upo'. I was but twa year auld, my mither used to tell fowk, whan I had the pock, an' it jist closed up my een for ever i' this warl, ye ken. I s' see some day as weel's ony o' ye, lass."
"Weel, I wadna like the trouble nor yet the responsibility." "I daursay not." "Na. Nor yet the shame o' pretennin' to jeedge my betters," added George, now a little nettled, as was generally the result at last of Thomas's sarcastic tone. "George," said Thomas solemnly, "nane but them that has the speerit can ken the speerit."
There can be little doubt of Jac's conversion to the Romish faith. I asked that young lad Paul, who used to stop at Prying's, and he said it was true." "'Tis really astonishing," said Benjamin Lifford, the Quaker. "I'd have let him die without a minister, if he did not content himself with the inflooence of the speerit. These is how I would sarve thee, Jacob." "I consider Mr.
"Why, Molly, I thought you were in bed. They told me you were ill." "Na, mem, I'm weel eneuch in body; it's the speerit that's ill. And ye ken why." She spoke in a faint, quavering voice, for her old heart had been crushed by her wayward, self-indulgent son, and a few tears rolled down her wrinkled cheeks; but she was too old and feeble to give way to demonstrative grief.
Only one small voice broke the stillness. "Oh, the feelin' man! He should git a reduction o' rent for sic a display o' proper speerit. I'll mind Mr. Hornbut to let auld Sylvester ken o't." Which he did, and would have got a thrashing for his pains had not Cyril Gilbraith thrown him out of the parsonage before the angry cleric could lay hands upon him. TAMMAS had but told the melancholy truth.
Cardross and Helen to walk home; the carriage was ordered to be made ready. Presently, Malcolm appeared, somewhat crestfallen. "It is a man, my lord, and no speerit. But he wadna come ben. He says he'll wait your lordship's will, and that's his name," laying a card before the earl, who looked at it and started with surprise. "Mr.
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