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Updated: May 16, 2025
"And I won'er how long you think to be doin' it," said Ody "a matter of ten mile?" "Where's the hurry at all, supposin'?" said his aunt, desperately. "Blathers!" said Ody, "there's room in the cart waitin' ready. You'd be better bundlin' yourself into it than to be sittin' here all the mornin' delayin' us."
"Weel, I dinna won'er at that!" returned Agnes with a little sigh. "Efter the w'y the maister behaved til ye, the laird cud ill lat ye gang there again. But what's he gaein' to du wi' ye, Maister Cosmo, gien a body micht speir 'at has nae richt to be keerious?" "He's sen'in' me to maister Simon," answered Cosmo. "I wuss I was gaein' tu," sighed Aggie.
"I min' naething aboot it but jist that muckle," said his father. "And I can think o' naething but that bonny lassie lyin there afore me naither deid nor alive! I jist won'er, Jeames, that ye're no as concernt, and as fillt wi' doobt and even dreid anent it as I am mysel!" "We're all in the hands of the God who created life and death," returned James, in a pious tone. The father held his peace.
"It's lonesome in a manner to think of the little ould bein' rovin' about the world like a wisp of hay gathered up on the win'; for all, tubbe sure, it's her own fancy starts her off." "I won'er where to she wint this time," said Mrs. M'Gurk.
He gazed after her long and earnestly. "It's an awfu' thing to ha'e a wuman like that angert at ye!", he said to himself when at length she had disappeared, " as bonny as she is angry! God be praised 'at he kens a'thing, an' 's no angert wi' ye for the luik o' a thing! But the wheel may come roon' again wha kens? Ony gait I s' mak' the best o' Kelpie I can. I won'er gien she kens Leddy Florimel!
"But ye mind it came from Katherine first, marryin' wi' Larry Kildene an' rinnin' awa' wi' him," replied Jean. "It was Larry huntit her oot whaur she had been brought for safety." They both sat in silence while Ellen read the letter to the very end. At last, with a long, indrawn sigh, she spoke. "It's no like a lad that could write sic a letter, to perjure his soul. No won'er ye greet, Jean.
Won'er great deal why I feel so, but do feel so. Dat my natur'. Still want all udder pale- face scalp. Want Bourdon scalp, much as any." A slight exclamation from his companion, which could scarcely be called a scream, caused the Indian to cease speaking, when the two looked toward each other, and their eyes met.
"Where you been scullin' to, 'bout on dat reef, Jack, wid dem' ere women, I won'er now?" demanded Josh, after tasting the cabin soup, in order to ascertain how near it was to being done. "It'ink it no great fun to dodge 'bout among dem rock in a boat, for anudder hurricane might come when a body least expeck him."
"Sure, you might as well be slingin' yourself round wid the ould wisps of spiders' webs up over your head for any substance there is in thim. I won'er, now, could I conthrive to reive the top-cape off of this. 'Twould be as good that way as a cloak apiece for the two of us." Thady, however, said decidedly: "Blathers, not at all. Is it destroyin' it you'd be after? I'm plinty warm enough."
Do they think that the geldings were bought in Holland, with charges for breaking in, shipment, insurance, freight, and risk of diseases, to have their flesh melted from their ribs like a cook's candle?" "Ere no'tin' done in all 'e island, but a color' man do him! He do a mischief, and he do all a work, too! I won'er what color Masser t'ink war' Captain Kidd?"
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