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'I never jist set mysel to luik, but I dinna think I ever did tak notice o' a worm settin up that heid o' his oot o' a bog. I dinna think it's a sile they care aboot. I kenna what they would get to please them there. It's the yerd they live upo'. Whaur craps winna grow, I doobt gien worms can live.
He paused often to peer over the swollen waters, and Peter McNabb's heart was smitten with pity as he passed him once and heard him whisper, "Duncan, lad, whaur are ye?" And it was Andrew Johnstone who found him. Just as the first grey light of the morning stole in at the eastern doorway of the valley he came upon him, lying peacefully beneath the overhanging willows, beside the churchyard.
But where, I asked, was the glove hid. "I ken nae mair than yersel," said Leeby. "My mother's gien to hoddin' things. I speired at her whaur she had hod it, but she juist said, 'What would I be doin' hoddin't'? She'll never admit to me 'at she hods the siller either." Next day Leeby came to me with the latest news. "He's found it," she said, "ay, he's got the glove again.
It was one day shortly before Jamie's return to Thrums that Jess saw Hendry pass the house and go down the brae when he ought to have come in to his brose. She sat at the window watching for him, and by and by he reappeared, carrying a parcel. "Whaur on earth hae ye been?" she asked, "an' what's that you're carryin'?" "Did ye think it was an eleven an' a bit?" said Hendry.
This letter was not for her granny, however, and Tommy asked next, "Is it to Aaron Latta?" which so startled her that she dropped the pen. "Whaur heard you that name?" she said sharply. "I never spoke it to you." "I've heard you saying it when you was sleeping, mother." "Did I say onything but the name? Quick, tell me."
When she arrived within speaking distance of Lady Florimel, who lay lost in her dreary regard of sand and sea, she paused for a moment, as if contemplating her. Suddenly, almost by Lady Florimel's side, as if he had risen from the sand, stood the form of the mad laird. "I dinna ken whaur I come frae," he said.
The carriage had gone down again and brought up a load of those who had suffered from the fire. They were blackened, burned, disfigured, but living. One of them, in the midst of his agony, cried out: "Whaur is he? whaur's Robert Burnham? I'll gi' ma life for his, an' ye'll save his to 'im. Ye mus' na let 'im dee. Mon! he done the brawest thing ye ever kenned.
I, for my pairt, confess nae obligation but to drap workin, and sit doon wi' clean han's, or as clean as I can weel mak them, to the speeritooal table o' my Lord, whaur I aye try as weel to weir a clean and a cheerfu' face that is, sae far as the sermon will permit and there's aye a pyke o' mate somewhaur intil 't!
"I wouldna let you near her the nicht though you gaed on your knees to me. But whaur is he?" Babbie explained why Gavin had set off for the Spittal; but Jean shook her head incredulously, saying, "I canna believe you're that grand leddy, and yet ilka time I look at you I could near believe it." In another minute Jean had something else to think of, for there came a loud rap upon the front door.
And Dow told Cupples the girl's story, including the arrangement made with Bruce in which he had had a principal part. "Annie Anderson�-I canna mak' oot whaur I hae heard her name afore." "Ye're bidin' at Bruce's, arena ye, Mr Cupples?" "Ay. That is, I'm sleepin' there, and payin' for't." "Weel, I hae little doobt ye hae heard it there." "I dinna think it.
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