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There was whiles when he wadna be hindered from standin' up and talkin' to hisself, though the bullets was spittin'. He was what ye call demoralized ... Syne he got as though he didna hear or see onything. He did what we tell't him, and when we let him be he sat down and grat. He's aye greetin' ... Queer thing, sirr, but the Gairmans canna hit him.
What I hae tell't ye is no a tithe o' the sufferings I hae endured through this unhappy patronymic o' mine. In truth, it was but the beginnin o' them. The rest I may relate to ye on some future day. In the meantime, guid reader, I bid ye fareweel, wi' a sincere houp that yer name's no Willie Smith.
Ye needna tell him the noo what I tell't ye. Jimsie, summoned from play, was proud to go with his big brother. He was ill next day owing to a surfeit of good things consumed at high pressure, but not too ill to discuss what he would purchase with the half-crown that seemed to have stuck to his hot little paw. Back from the works, Macgregor found tea awaiting him.
He bounced into the shop; my trepidation became excessive; my knees trembled; my lips grew as white as paper; I could hardly speak. At last "Jock," said I, wi' a great effort, "did ye see her?" "Yes," said Jock, "and I gied her the letter." "And what did she say?" "She asked wha it was frae." "And ye tell't her?" "Ay." "And what did she say then?"
Werena we tell't, a month ago, that ye were dead an' buried, an' that by mair than ane ay an' by the carrier frae yer ain place, too, at whom Lucy made inquiry the moment we heard it? An', mair than a' that," continued Mrs. Craig, "here's yer death mentioned in ane o' the newspapers o' yer ain place."
"Next Sabbath was the sacrament, an' Donald gaed alane, for I cudna gang wi' him, and that was the day they tell't the fowk hoo communion cairds was better, an' hoo they wudna use the tokens ony mair. Then Donald grippit the seat, an' he rose an' gaed oot o' the kirk, an' cam hame, an' gaed till his room, an' I didna see his face till the gloamin'. Oh, minister, dinna think owre hard aboot him.
"He was sae bonny, Ellen, and that like his mither 'twould melt the hairt oot o' ye to look on him." "Ha'e ye no mair to tell me? Surely it never took ye these ten days to find oot what ye ha'e tell't." "The man was a kind sort o' a body, an' he took me oot to eat wi' him at a cafy, an' he paid it himsel', but I'm thinkin' his purse was sair empty whan he got through wi' it. I could na' help it.
M'Cosh came farther into the room and folded her hands on her snow-white apron. "Weel, Mhor came in and tell't me some kinna story aboot a lot o' money, but I thocht he was juist bletherin'. Is't a fac'?" "It would seem to be. The lawyer in London writes that Mr.
"What w'y is 't, my leddy, 'at the hoose is no lockit up, an' ilka body i' their beds?" he asked. "My father is coming home tonight. Didn't you know? But I should have thought a storm like this enough to account for people not being in bed!" "It's a fearfu' nicht for him to be sae far frae his! Whaur's he comin' frae! Ye never speyk to me noo, my leddy, an' naebody tell't me."
At the foot of the stair, under a feeble gas-jet, Christina opened her hand, disclosing an old-fashioned ring set with a blood-stone. 'Ye never tell't me she was like that, the girl said softly, yet a little accusingly. 'I never thought, muttered he, truthfully enough. It is not the most roughly nurtured of us who will rough it the most cheerfully.
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