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'Yon's an inshot o' yours, Mac. I love ye like a brother. We'll bide whaur we are till daylight'; an' he kept her awa'. "Syne up went a rocket forward, an' twa on the bridge, an' a blue light aft. Syne a tar-barrel forward again. "'She's sinkin', said Bell. 'It's all gaun, an' I'll get no more than a pair o' night-glasses for pickin' up young Bannister the fool! " Fair an' soft again, I said.
Naebody mindit me, an' sae I cam to you, Broonie." And she laid her cheek, white, smooth, and thin, against the broad, flat, hairy forehead of the friendly cow. Then turning again to Betty, she said "Dinna tell auntie whaur I am, Betty. Lat me be. I'm best here wi' Broonie." Betty said never a word, but returned to her mistress. "Whaur's the bairn, Betty? At some mischeef or ither, I'll wad."
"Then," said Saunders, nodding his head, so that it made the assertion of itself without any connection with his body "then, say ye, then is juist whaur the besom comes in" he paused a moment in deep thought "i' the sma' o' yer back!" he added, in a low and musing tone, as of one who chews the cud of old and pleasant memories.
Na, no in London; that's no my plan, but I would hae't within an hour's distance o' London, say five mile frae the market-place, an' standin' in a bit garden, whaur the geniuses could walk aboot arm-in-arm, composin' their minds." "You would have the grounds walled in, I suppose, so that the public could not intrude?"
Joseph was the first to speak: still rocking himself with hopeless oscillation, he said, in a strange muffled tone which seemed to come from somewhere else "Gien I kent she was weel deid I wadna care. It 's no like a father to be sittin' here, but whaur 'll I gang neist? The wife thinks I micht be duin' something: I kenna what to du. This last news is waur nor mane. I hae maist nae faith left.
'Weel ken I ye'll tak him naegait but whaur it's weel he sud gang! The laddie needs twa mithers, and the Merciful has gien him the twa! Ye're full mair his mither nor me, Kirsty! She asked no more questions, but got them the candle and let them go. They hastened back, Steenie in his most jubilant mood, which seemed always to have in it a touch of deathly frost and a flash as of the primal fire.
It's weel kent ower a' Glamerton, Mr Bruce, in what mainner you and yer haill hoose hae borne yersels to that orphan lassie; and I'll gang into ilka chop, as I gang doon the street, that is, whaur I'm acquant, and I'll jist tell them whaur I'm gaun, and what for." The thing which beyond all others Bruce dreaded was unremunerative notoriety. "Hoots!
Still Gibbie only smiled. "Whaur come ye frae? Wha's yer fowk? Whaur div ye bide? Haena ye a tongue i' yer heid, ye rascal?" Gibbie burst out laughing, and his eyes sparkled and shone: he was delighted with the herd-boy, and it was so long since he had heard human speech addressed to himself! "Puir thing! puir thing!" he added aloud, and laid his hand on Gibbie's head.
'But hoo's that to be dune? said Robert. 'I dinna ken. But I hae been watchin' to see you ever sin' syne. I hae seen ye gang by mony a time. Ye're the only man I ken 'at I could speyk till aboot it. Ye maun think what ye can do. The warst o' 't is I canna tell wha she is or whaur she bides. 'In that case, I canna see what's to be dune.
"O whaur will I get a gude sailor To tak' my helm in hand, Till I get up to the tall topmast To see if I can spy land?" I knew the words a trifle better than Francesca, and thus succeeded in forestalling her as the fortunate hero "O here I am, a sailor gude, To tak' the helm in hand, Till you go up to the tall topmast; But I fear ye'll ne'er spy land." And the heroic sailor was right, for
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