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"But I jist want to speir," resumed George, with some asperity, getting rather nettled at his companion's persistent discourtesy, "gin ye believe that Jeames Anderson here, honest man, aneath our feet, crumblin' awa', as ye ken, and no ae spoke o' his wheel to the fore, or lang, to tell what his cart was like do ye believe that his honest face will, ae day, pairt the mouls, an' come up again, jist here, i' the face o' the light, the verra same as it vanished whan we pat the lid ower him?
I seen at once that what frightened them was Lean and his friends, and I was just starting to speir about them when there came a sound like a man walkin' along the passage. She was for hidin' me in behind a sofy, but I wasn't going to be trapped like that, so I got out by the other door and down the kitchen stairs and into the coal-hole. Gosh, it was a near thing!" The boy was on his feet.
"Ye can gang an' speir at my father: he's oot aboot," she answered, with a sort of marked coolness, which, added to the fact that she had never looked him in the face, made him more than suspect something behind. "Div ye ken onything aboot him?" he therefore insisted. "Maybe I div, an' maybe I divna," answered the child, with an expression of determined mystery.
Ye speir at HIM what ye're to du, and du jist as he tells ye," said Aggie, and drew back, that Cosmo might take her place. "Is that girl your sister?" asked the lady, with not a little abruptness, for the best bred are not always the most polite. "No, my lady," answered Cosmo, who had learned from the lad on the box her name and rank; "she is the daughter of one of my father's tenants."
"But there's the minister and his character!" she persisted. "Hoots! what cares the minister?" said his wife. "Speir at him there, what he thinks o' clash." "'Deed," answered her husband, "I never heedit it eneuch to tell! There's but ae word I heed, and that's my Maister's!" "Eh, but ye canna lift me oot o' the pit!" groaned the poor girl. "God helpin, I can," returned the minister.
She eyed askance the man over against her, and at last burst forth: "Gilian said I should na speir but, eh, Glenfernie, I wad gie mair than a bawbee to ken what you did to him!" "Nothing." "Naething?" "Nothing that you would call anything." Jenny sat with open mouth. "They said you'd changed, even to look at and sae you have! Naething!" Jarvis Barrow entered the room, and with him came Gilian.
Gang ye to the minister's door and speir for 'im! He'll be doon the stair like a shot. But 'deed maybe he's come back, an' 's i' my chaumer the noo! Ye'll come up the stair an' see?" "Na, I wunna dee that," said Mistress Croale, who did not wish to face Mistress Murkison, well known to her in the days of her comparative prosperity.
I never tell lees. 'Whaur's Shargar? What for doesna he come till 's mither? 'He's hynd awa' ower the seas a captain o' sodgers. 'It's a lee. He's an ill-faured scoonrel no to come till 's mither an' bid her gude-bye, an' her gaein' to hell. 'Gin ye speir at Christ, he'll tak ye oot o' the verra mou' o' hell, wuman. 'Christ! wha's that? Ow, ay! It's him 'at they preach aboot i' the kirks.
"I see I have fallen under your displeasure, ma'am," said I. "Yet I will still be so bold as to ask after Mistress Drummond." She considered me with a burning eye, her lips pressed close together into twenty creases, her hand shaking on her staff. "This cowes all!" she cried. "Ye come to me to speir for her? Would God I knew!" "She is not here?" I cried.
"Weel, ye're a young crater to hae sic a chairge.�-I wrote to Mrs Forbes twa or three times, but I got but ae scrimpit answer. Sae as sune's I cud win awa', I cam' to speir efter him mysel'." "Whan did ye come, Mr Cupples?" "This nicht. Or I reckon it's last nicht noo. But or I wan ower this len'th, ye war a' i' yer beds, and I daurna disturb ye.
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