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"I had but to lay them straucht," sobbed her mistress; "her een she had closed hersel as she drappit! Eh, but she was a bonny lassie and a guid! hardly less nor ain bairn to me!" "And to me as weel!" supplemented Peter, with a choked sob. "And no ance had I paid her a penny wage!" cried Marion, with sudden remorseful reminiscence. "She'll never think o' wages noo!" said her husband.
"Weel, I jist winna, my lord. It was a' straucht foret an' fair; an' gien yer lordship war i' my place, ye wadna say mair yersel'." "He's been after one of the girls about the place," whispered the marquis to the gamekeeper. "Speir at him, my lord, gien 't please yer lordship, what it was he hed in 's han' whan he lap the park wa'," said Bykes.
"Ay, and tyne his as weel!" he returned. "Tyne what's yer ain to tyne, wuman and that's no your sowl, nor yet Jamie's! He's no yours to save, but ye're deein a' ye can to destroy him and aiblins ye'll succeed! for ye wad sen' him straucht awa to hell for the sake o' a guid name a lee! a hypocrisy! Oot upo ye for a Christian mither, Mirran!
Never min' 'at I'm a lassie: naebody 'ill ken! 'Ye can put aff yer ain! 'My feet's no sae hard as yours! 'Weel, I'll put on mine. They're here, sic as they are. Ye see I want them gangin throuw the heather wi' Steenie; that's some sair upo the feet. Straucht up hill throuw the heather, and I'll put my sheen on! 'I'm no sae guid uphill. 'See there noo, Francie!
Noo, laddie, keep ye a quiet watch sayin' naethin'; but aye wait on wi' eye an' ear for onything further suspeecious at hame, an' if ye hear puir "Brownie" skreighin' come your ways straucht here for me an' we'll see if we canna tackle the evil an' with the help o' Heaven, scotch it. His eye lit, his mouth tightened; he clenched his fist, ready for immediate 'warsil wi' auld Hornie.
I daursay it wad hae blin' 't him. I hae heard that ower muckle licht'll ca fowk blin' whiles. What think ye, lassie?" "Ay; the lichtnin' blin's fowk whiles. And gin I luik straucht at the sun, I can see nothing efter't for a whilie." "I tell ye sae!" exclaimed Tibbie triumphantly. "And do ye min' the veesion that the apostle John saw in Pawtmos?
"Ay, ye say that sittin' there," Hookey said; "but, lads, I saw his face, an' as sure as death it was sic an' awfu' meeserable face 'at I couldna but pu' the powny up. Weel, he stood for the space o' a meenute lookin' straucht at me, as if he would like to come forrit but dauredna, an' syne he turned an' strided awa ower the muir like a huntit thing.
And we maun work discipleen amo' oorsels, or else the rod o' the Almichty'll come doon upon a' oor backs. I winna haud ye frae particulars ony langer.�-Upon a certain Sawbath nicht i' the last year, I gaed into Robert Bruce's hoose, to hae worship wi' 'm.�-I'm gaein straucht and fair to the pint at ance.
"Drinkin'!" exclaimed Mr Cupples. "Little ye ken aboot drinkin'. I hae drunken three times as muckle as you. And gin that be ony argument for me haudin' oot o' your gait, it's mair argument yet for you to haud oot o' mine. I sweir to God I winna stan' this ony langer. It gangs straucht to the everlastin' burnin's. Eh, man! to think nae mair o' women nor that!"
Weel, would you credit it, I saw her body coming nearer me inch by inch, though she was looking straucht afore her, till she was within kick o' me, and then out again goes her foot. At that, dominie, I lost patience, and I whispered, fierce-like, 'Keep your foot to yoursel', you limmer! Ay, her intent, you see, was to waken me to what was gaen on, but I couldna be expected to ken that."
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