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"The whusky's disagreed wi' me," he said. "It's verra ill-faured o' 't. I'm sure I pay't ilka proper attention." Then he went down the stairs, murmuring "Rainbows! Rainbows! Naething for me but rainbows! God help the laddie!" It may appear strange to some of my renders that Alec should fall into this pit immediately upon the solemn warning of his friend.
'Thon's no a Scotch lilt, remarked one of the roughs. 'A ken it's Irish, said Merton. 'But, billie, the whusky's Scotch! The train slowed and the old gentleman got out. From the platform he stormed at Merton. 'Ye're no an awakened character, ma freend, answered Merton. 'Gude nicht to ye! Gie ma love to the gude wife and the weans! The train pursued her course.
Gin ye'll tak my advice, ye'll tak a dose o' mathematics direckly. It's a fine alterative as weel as antidote, though maybe whusky's.....the verra broo o' the deevil's ain pot," he concluded, altering his tone entirely, and swallowing the rest of his glass at a gulp. "What do ye want me to do?" asked Alec. And meantime to rin doon for yer Euclid and yer Hutton, and lat's see whaur ye are."
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