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'It was a bonnie bairnie as ever ye saw. It luikit in her face, she says, as gin it kent a' aboot it, and had only come to help her throu the warst o' 't; for it gaed hame 'maist as sune's ever she was richt able to thank God for sen'in' her sic an angel to lead her to repentance. 'John, said his wife, coming behind his chair, and laying her hand on his shoulder, 'what for dinna ye speyk?
I wad fain hae a try. Ye ken a' aboot it wi' that grannie o' yours: hoo's a body to begin? 'By giein' up the drink, man. 'Ay ay ay I reckon ye're richt. Weel, I'll think aboot it whan ance I'm throu wi' this job. That'll be neist ook, or thereabouts, or aiblins twa days efter. I'll hae some leiser than.
"That's not answering my question," retorted Florimel. "Weel, the second thing I wad du," said Malcolm, thoughtfully, and pausing a moment, "wad be to get Mr Graham to gang wi' me to Ebberdeen, an' cairry me throu' the classes there. Of coorse, I wadna try for prizes; that wadna be fair to them 'at cudna affoord a tutor at their lodgin's."
When his wife reasoned that God knew he had gone in ignorance, trusting his friend, he cried, "What 's that to him wha judges richteous judgment? What's a' oor puir meeserable excuzes i' the een 'at can see throu' the wa's o' the hert! Ignorance is no innocence." Thus he lied for God! pleading his cause on the principles of hell.
But, troth to tell, whan ye see live fowk sae gien ower to the boady,'at they're never happy but whan they're aitin' or drinkin' or sic like an' the auld captain was seldom throu' wi' his glaiss,'at he wasna cryin' for the whisky or the het watter for the neist whan the boady's the best half o' them, like, an' they maun aye be duin' something wi' 't, ye needna won'er 'at the ghaist o' ane sic like sud fin' himsel' geyan eerie an' lonesome like, wantin' his seck to fill, an' sae try to win back to hae a luik hoo it was weirin'."
'It's no aften, Kirsty, ye tell me what I ken as weel 's yersel! returned Francis. 'Weel, Francie, ye maun tell me something the night! Gien it wudna mismuve ye, I wad fain ken hoo ye wan throu that day we pairtit here. Without a moment's hesitation, Francis began the tale giving her to know, however, that in what took place there was much he did not understand so as to tell it again.
That I had a sair doon come whan he took to the drink, I am forced to confess. But I aye thocht he was strauchtforet, notwithstandin' the whusky. I wasna prepared for sic a doonfa' as this. I maun jist confess, Mr Cheerman, that I heard him throu' the crack o' the door-cheek. And he broucht sic deevilich accusations " "Mr Cupples!" cried Alec.
Ye didna say the pictur wasna there. 'The pictur 's no there, Steenie. We've come upon a hole, mother, 'at we want to gang doon intil and see what it's like, said Kirsty. 'The weicht o' my feet brak throu intil 't, added Steenie. 'Preserve 's, lassie! tak tent whaur ye cairry the bairn! cried the mother. 'But, eh, tak him whaur ye like, she substituted, correcting herself.
"What are ye propheseein' at, Mr Cupples?" said Alec, who did not more than half understand him. "Verra weel. I'm no drunk yet," rejoined Mr Cupples, oracularly. "But that chield Beauchamp's no rainbow that lat me tell ye. He'll do you a mischeef yet, gin ye dinna luik a' the shairper. I ken the breed o' him. He was luikin' at ye throu the window like a hungry deevil. Min' I'm tellin' ye.
Lie an' hearken he'rty till 't the nicht, whan ye're i' yer bed; hearken an' hearken till the soon' rins awa' wi' ye like, an' ye forget a' aboot yersel', an' think yersel' awa' wi' the burn, rinnin', rinnin', throu' this an' throu' that, throu' stanes an' birks an' bracken, throu' heather, an' plooed lan' an' corn, an' wuds an' gairdens, aye singin', an' aye cheengin' yer tune accordin', till it wins to the muckle roarin' sea, an' 's a' tint.
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