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But the boots he could not go without at least an attempt upon them. So he turned and faced her with inward trembling. 'Wha's that? repeated the old lady, regarding him fixedly. 'Ow, it's you! What duv ye want? Ye camna to see me, I'm thinkin'! What hae ye i' that bag? 'Ye had twine eneuch afore! 'It bruik. It wasna strang eneuch. 'Whaur got ye the siller to buy mair? Lat's see 't?
"She's some ill for rinnin' oot," said Bruce, with soft words addressed to Dow, and a cutting look flung at Annie, "withoot speirin' leave, and we dinna ken whaur she gangs; and that's no richt for lass-bairns." "Never ye min' her, Mr Bruce," replied Dow. "I ken her better nor you, no meanin' ony offence, seein' she was i' my airms afore she was a week auld.
When he had gone but a little distance he was brought up short by a bang full in the stomach. "Why, what the deuce!" "Dod gast ye! Whaur are ye're een?" It was Davie, breathless and furious from the impact. "Wad ye walk ower me, dang ye?" cried the little man again. Davie was Free Kirk, and therefore limited in the range of his vocabulary. "Oh! That you, Davie? I'm sorry I didn't see you."
Syne cam the soon' o' moanin' an' greitin' an' prayin'. "The neist meenute they war back again amo' the lave, luikin' like twa corps. "Er' lang they bethoucht themsels, an twa o' them set oot an aff thegither for the priory that's whaur yer ain hoose o' Lossie noo stan's, my lord, to fess a priest.
I doobt, O Lord, ye're gauin' to damn me dreidfu'. What guid that'll do ye, O Lord, I dinna ken, but I doobtna ye'll dee what's richt, only I wuss I hed never crossed ye i' yer wull. I kenna what I'm to dee, or what's to be deene wi' me, or whaur ony help's to come frae. I hae tried an' tried to maister the drink, but I was aye whumled.
"Na, na, mem, there's nae risk o' that; this is no ane o' yer creepy caves whaur otters an wullcats hae their habitations; it's a muckle open mou'd place, like them 'at prays intill 't as toom an' clear sidit as a tongueless bell. A body wad think ye had an ill thoucht i' yer heid eh, mem?" The suggestion was followed by a low, almost sneering laugh.
Whaur was you, bairn?" said her mother. "Oh mother, how cold it is for you! Wrap the cloak about you." "But what is it that you mean, Jeannie?" "We shall be home by-and-by; come." And, putting an arm round her mother's waist, she impelled her forward with the strength of her wythe of an arm. "Come, come, there are ghosts about these woods;" and then she cowered, but still impelled.
Mac Tavish was back on the stool and he clashed glances with Colonel Shaw with alacrity. "There'll be an upheaval in this office, Mac Tavish." "Aye! If ye make one more step toward the mill door ye'll not ken of a certainty whaur ye'll land when ye're upheaved."
'Ay, replied the Minister, I mind Effie well, puir decent body, for didna I marry them? An' I heard tell o' her man's death, but I hadna seen nither since they went herdin' ower the Carter Bar. But whaur does the "ghaist" come intil the story? inquired the speaker in conclusion.
"Hoot, laird! nae offence!" returned Mrs Catanach. "I thocht ye was luikin' whaur ye cam frae," returned the man in tones apologetic and hesitating. "'Deed I fash wi' nae sic freits," said Mrs Catanach. "Sae lang's ye ken whaur ye're gaein' till," suggested the man "Toots!
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