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A man cannot know such a thing as that, until he asks." She looked sharply at him, and blushed crimson. "Then you hae never asked her?" "I have never asked her. My father wants me to do so, and I refused." "You are feared she'll tak' you?" "Just so, Maggie. Now what would you advise me to do?" "You wouldna do the thing I told you. Whatna for then, should I say a word?"
I hae keepit the house since I was seventeen years auld, and I'm no needing help frae onybody." "Then whatna for was I brought here, frae my ain bit o' heather roof? It will ill set you to put your fayther's auldest sister under your thumb. Folks will talk ill o' you." "They will talk as they like to talk, and it's mair often ill than gude. But the house is mine, and I'll guide it yet.
"Marry Angus Raith, and tak' it, Maggie. He loves you weel." "Angus Raith isna to be thocht o', and it's ill-luck mixing wedding talk wi' death talk. The minister is right; whatna for are we hurrying up the future? Let us be still and wait; good, as well as evil comes, and us not looking for it. I'm sorry you didna hae a pleasanter visit." "It wasna just unpleasant.
"'He'd be mair spairin' o' his offers if he hed four and twenty mile tae look aifter. There's naethin' wrang wi' yir laddie but greed. Gie him a gud dose o' castor-oil and stop his meat for a day, an' he 'ill be a'richt the morn. "'He 'ill not take castor-oil, doctor. We have given up those barbarous medicines. "'Whatna kind o' medicines hae ye noo in the Sooth? "'Well, you see Dr.
"Whatna big water's yon?" he said, wi' his puir mind aye rinnin' on waters. "That's the Solloway," says I. "The Solloway," says he; "it's a big water, and it wad be an ill job to ford it." "Nae man ever fordit it," I said. "But I never yet cam to the water I couldna ford," says he. "But what's that queer smell i' the air? Something snell and cauld and unfreendly."
It was understood that he was to do his best for us, and there was curiosity in the kirkyard. "Whatna like man is that English veesitor ye've got, Hillocks? a' hear he's fleein' ower the Glen, yammerin' and haverin' like a starlin'."
"I love no human creature better than you. Whatna for should I not love you? You are the only thing left to me o' the bonnie brave brother who wrapped his colors round him in the Afghan Pass, the brave-hearted lad who died fighting twenty to one. And you are whiles sae like him that I'm tempted na, na, that is a' byganes. I will not let you hae the £2,000, that is the business in hand."
He looked up at the quiet heavens above him, then at the quiet street before him, and muttered with a spice of satisfaction, "Speaking comes by nature, and silence by understanding. I am thankfu' now I let Deacon Strang hae the last word. I'm saying naught against Strang; he may gie good counsel, but they'll be fools that tak it." "Uncle!" "Hout, Davie! Whatna for are you here?"
"Hegh, sirs!" said the poor mother, "wha is that can be coming in that gate e'enow? They canna hae heard o' our misfortune, I'm sure." The knock being repeated, she rose and opened the door, saying querulously, "Whatna gait's that to disturb a sorrowfu' house?" A tall man in black stood before her, whom she instantly recognised to be Lord Glenallan.
Then he was gripping warm flesh, tearing it like a wild beast, and his assailant with a cry slackened his hold. "Whatna wull-cat..." he began, but he got no further. The hoof of Wat's horse came down on his head and brained him. A splatter of blood fell on Sim's face. The man was half wild. His shelty had broken back for the hill, but his spear lay a yard off.
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