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He burst into tears, the first she had seen on his face since ever he had come to her house, and all her mother's heart was sore. "What mischief were you in?" she asked, putting an arm about his neck, and her troubled face down upon his hair as he shook in his chair. "I am sure you were not to blame. It could not have been much, Gilian. Tuts! tuts!"
Some coffee-room jokers having blackened his face during the night, when he was called, as he had desired, very early next morning, and got up, he saw the reflection of his face in the mirror, and exclaimed in a rage, "Tuts, tuts! The silly body has waukened the wrang man."
"Tuts, woman; what's the use o' that?" said Mr Adair, with a sort of good-natured impatience. "The thing's a' richt aneuch, and sae'll be seen in the end, nae doot." "God grant it!" replied his wife, with solemn earnestness; and here the conversation dropped for the time.
Dauvid appeared to tak' the whole thing as a maitter o' coorse, an' when I speered if this was juist their uswal, "Tuts ay," says he, "it's juist the loons in the exoobrians o' their speerits, d'ye know, d'ye see." Thinks I to mysel', thinks I, I wud tak' some o' that exoobrians oot o' them, gin I had a fortnicht o' them. A Sabbath class! It was mair like a half-timers' fitba' club.
"The ladder is ready; it's up against your window, don't you see it?" he said, also whispering, but astounded at the volume of his voice. "Tuts!" she exclaimed impatiently, "why don't you show a light? How can I see it without a light?" "Dare I?" he asked, astonished. "Dare! dare! Oh dear!" she repeated. "Am I to do the daring and break my neck perhaps?"
The old Squire eyed it. "H'm, he don't seem flourishing." "Don't abuse a bird that's come twelve miles in a bag on purpose to cheer you up. He's a match for anything you can bring." "Tuts, man, he's dull no colour nor condition. Get along with 'ee; I wouldn' ask a bird of mine to break the Sabbath for a wastrel like that." Sir Harry drew out a shagreen-covered case and opened it.
He patted the hand on his shoulder affectionately. "Are you glad to have me home, father?" whispered the girl when she could find her voice. It was a foolish question, but she longed to hear him say she was welcome. "Glad?" he said. "Tuts, tuts, there's been no sunshine in the house since 'Lizbeth left. Eh, eh, indeed, I think I must just be sending word to that Mrs.
"Tumpany is people that comes to stay in the pink room wif trunks, and we play wif them and make them do somfing to amuse 'em all the time hard, and give 'em nicer things than we have to eat, and father shaves too much and tuts him and wears his little dinky coat to dinner. And by and by when they've gone away Ann-stasia says, 'Glory be! and muvver goes to sleep.
There's a colour and shine in the curl that minds me of the lights I can see in the old copper kettle when my mither has it scoured and hung up on the nail; but his hair is plain brown. 'He's a graun' figure of a man! cried the blithe maid, ever sympathetic. 'Tuts! What are ye saying, Jeanie! He's no' a great size at all; the shortest of my brithers is bigger than him!
It tholes storms, and is glad in the sunshine, and if it didna bear fruit, when it was weel cared for, it wad deserve to be cut doon and burnt. My bonnie rose bush didna ask me to plant it, yet it is bending wi' flowers for my pleasure. Your fayther will hae the right to say what you shall do to pay back his love and care." "But when I do not love the lady I am desired to marry?" "Tuts!"
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