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I hae occupied the position o' tutor to Mr Forbes; for, as Sir Pheelip Sidney says in a letter to his brither Rob, wha was efterwards Yerl o' Leicester upo' the demise o' Robert Dudley, 'Ye may get wiser men nor yersel' to converse wi' ye and instruck ye, in ane o' twa ways by muckle ootlay or muckle humility. Noo, that laddie was ane o' the finest naturs I ever cam' across, and his humility jist made it a pleesur to tak' chairge o' 'm baith mentally and morally.
Ye hae set yersel to du his wull, and no yer ain: ye're a king; and for want o' a better croon, I croon ye wi my twa ban's. Little thought Kirsty how near she came, in word and deed, to the crowning of Dante by Virgil, as recorded toward the close of the Purgatorio.
"I wadna hae muckle chance o' duin' onything, gien a' body was like you. But did ye never hear tell o' ane 'at said:'Ye wad du naething for nane o' mine, sae ye refeesed mysel'?" "Deed, an' I wull refeese yersel'," returned the old man. "Sic a chield for jaw an'cheek saw I never nane as the auld sang says! Whaur on this earth cam ye frae?"
"And, Mrs. Ross, I hope that all our guests are cared for, and served in their own rooms with tea and toast, or coffee and muffins, as they choose?" "Ou, ay, me dear young leddy, I hae ta'en care of a' that. And what will I bring yersel', Miss, before ye begin to dress?" "Nothing; I have had a cup of coffee. That is sufficient for the present."
Her new friend went on "You must just be content to bide where you are a day or two. Ye're no to fash yersel aboot onything: I have clothes enough to give you all the change you can want. Hold your tongue, please, and finish your tea." "Eh, mem," cried Isy, "fowk 'ill say ill o' ye, gien they see the like o' me in yer hoose!" "Lat them say, and say 't again! What's fowk but muckle geese!"
"The maister's a hantle quaieter than usual. I fancy he's a' the better behaved for's brunt fingers. But, oh, Alec!" And here the little maiden burst into a passionate fit of crying. "What's the matter, Annie," said Mrs Forbes, as she drew her nearer, genuinely concerned at the child's tears. "Oh! mem, ye didna see hoo the maister lickit him, or ye wad hae grutten yersel'."
"'Is Saunders deein', doctor? she cries. 'Ye promised tae wauken me; dinna tell me it's a' ower. "'There's nae deein' aboot him, Bell; ye're no tae lose yir man this time, sae far as a' can see. Come ben an' jidge for yersel'. "Bell lookit at Saunders, and the tears of joy fell on the bed like rain. "'The shadow's lifted, she said; 'he's come back frae the mooth o' the tomb.
It was no longer sympathetic nor sweet in its expression, but very pale and hard and set, as if the iron had entered into the soul within. 'Is this quite true? she asked, and her very voice had a hard, cold ring. 'When ye're deein', ye dinna perjure yersel', replied Liz, with a faint return of the old caustic speech. 'If ye dinna believe me, ask him. Is Wat away?
But I'm ready to hear ye tell me my duty; I'm no past reasonin wi'! 'Did ye never hear 'at ye're to lo'e yer neebour as yersel? 'I'm duin that wi' a' my hert, Kirsty and that ye ken as weel as I du mysel! 'Ye mean me, Francie! And ye ca' that lo'in me, to wull me merry a man 'at 's no a man ava! But it's nae me 'at 's yer neebour, Francie! 'Wha is my neebour, Kirsty?
'But hae ye naething to tell me aboot yersel'? 'Oh, I have thoosands to tell, if I like, but I'm no' gaun to tell ye a thing, replied Liz flatly; but her candour did not even make Teen wince. She was used to it in the old days, and expected nothing else. 'Oh, jist as ye like, she answered serenely. 'But, tell me, did ye ever gang to London? 'No, replied Liz, 'I never went to London.
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