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For Jeames Gracie, he maun hae his share o' the siller because o' the croft: we maun calculate it fairly. He'll no want muckle mair i' this warl'. Aggie 'ill be as safe's an angel ony gait. An', Cosmo, whatever God may mean to du wi' you i' this warl', ye'll hae an abundant entrance ministered to ye intil the kingdom' o' oor Lord an' Saviour.
Na; it was weel eneuch as we hae been, but MERRIED! Ye wad be guid to me aye, I ken that, but I wad be aye wantin' to be deid,'at ye micht loe me a wee better. I say naething o' what the warl' wad say to the laird o' Glenwarlock merryin' his servan' lass; for ye care as little for the warl' as I du, an' we're baith some wiser nor it. But efter a', Cosmo, I wad be some oot o' my place wadna I noo?
Natheless, he aye carriet himsel' like ane 'at cud lay doon the law o' this warl', an cleemt no sma' consideration; yet was there never sign or mark o' the proper fundation for sic assumption o' the richt to respec'.
"Lassie," said Janet, when she heard her story, "gien onybody be to blame it's mysel'; for ye loot me ken ye gaed whiles wi' yer bonnie missie to hae a news wi' Donal, an' I saw an' see noucht 'at's wrang intill't. But the fowk o' this warl' has ither w'ys o' jeedgin' o' things, an' I maun bethink mysel' what lesson o' the serpent's wisdom I hae to learn frae 't.
"I kenned ane o' the name lang syne 'at was lost sicht o'." "There's Gibbies here an' Gibbies there," remarked Janet, probing her. "Weel I wat!" she answered peevishly, for she had had whisky enough only to make her cross, and turned away, muttering however in an undertone, but not too low for Janet to hear, "but there's nae mony wee Sir Gibbies, or the warl' wadna be sae dooms like hell."
"Hoots! fling't frae ye, than, lass," he returned. "Is this a day to be thinkin' o' warl' 's gear?" "What for no, Robert?" she rejoined. "Ae day's as guid's anither for thinkin' aboot onything the richt gait." "What!" retorted Robert, " whan we hae ta'en oor lives in oor han', an' can no more than houp we may cairry them throu' safe!" "What's that 'at ye ca' oor lives, Robert?
There's Jeames Doo, jist a labourin' man, and aneath your station a'thegether, and he taks ye up in's airms, as gin ye war a bairn o' 's ain. It's no proaper." "I like Jamie Doo better nor onybody i' the haill warl," said Annie, "excep' " Here she stopped short. She would not expose her heart to the gaze of that man. "Excep' wha?" urged Bruce. "I'm no gaein to say," returned Annie firmly.
And the cause o' his displeesur' is the accursed thing which the Ahchan in oor camp has hidden i' the Coonty Bank, forby mony ither causes that come hame to us a'. And the warl' jist scoffs at oor profession o' religion, whan it sees sic a man as that in oor mids'." "All this is nothing to the point, Mr Crann," said Mr Turnbull in displeasure.
"Jeames never appeart to me to hae mair o' what's ca'd intellec' nor an ord'nar' share; but ye see the man 'at has faith he's aye growin', an' sae may come to something even i' this warl'.An' whan ye think o' the ages to come, truly it wad seem to maitter little what intellec' a man may start wi'. I kenned mysel' ane 'at in ord'nar' affairs was coontit little better nor an idiot,'maist turn a prophet whan he gaed doon upo' his knees.
There was a sore bad lump on me head see ut, sor? an' the whole warl' was shpinnin' roun' rampageous. The things out av me pockuts were lyin' on the flure by me all barrin' the key av me room. So that the demons had been through me posseshins again, bad luck to 'em." "You are quite sure, are you, that everything was there except the key?" Hewitt asked. "Certin, sor?
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