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Updated: August 4, 2024
'Now, Uncle Reuben, I don't understand a bit of what you've been saying, and Louie don't either. Who's Mr. Gurney? and what's his money? Unconsciously the young man's voice took a sharp, magisterial note. Reuben gave another long sigh. He was now leaning on his stick, staring at the floor. 'Noa, a' know yo doan't understan; a've got to tell tha 'at's t' worst part on 't. An I'm soa bad at tellin.
He pays me aforehand; an' he pays me down for whativer a've getten for him; but that's but little; he's noane up t' his vittle, though a've made him some broth as good as a could make 'em. 'I wouldn't send him away till he was well again, if I were yo; but I think yo'd be better rid on him, said Sylvia. 'It would be different if yo'r brother were in Monkshaven. As she spoke she rose to go.
"A've hed the same masel in sic circumstances; they come on sudden," said Jamie. "A' wager there 'ill be a new bit in the laist prayer the day, an' somethin' worth hearin'." And the fathers went into kirk in great expectation.
Lord! how Bell used to speak to me, as short as though a wasn't a Christian, an' a' t' time she loved me as her very life, an' well a knew it, tho' a'd to mak' as tho' a didn't. Philip, when thou goes courtin', come t' me, and a'll give thee many a wrinkle. A've shown, too, as a know well how t' choose a good wife by tokens an' signs, hannot a, missus?
"A' wonder what ma frien' MacMuller is thinkin' the morn?" asked Tam; "wi' a wan face an' a haggaird een, he'll be takin' a moornfu' farewell o' the Croon Prince Ruppect. "'Ye're a brave lad, says the Croon Prince, 'but maybe Tam's awa'. "'Naw, says MacMuller, shakin' his heid, 'A've a presentiment that Tam's no' awa'. He'll be oop-stairs waitin' to deal his feelon's-blow.
A heard the fellow in the yellow slicker yell bloody murder when A fired! A'm hopin' God forgive me A've nipped him in the other arm an' brought him winged t' th' throne o' Grace! They followed the gully bed behind y'r Mountain, the white horse same as yon night under y'r Ridge, limpin', the one armed man rockin' in the saddle an' spittin' out blasphemous filth for th' others to wait.
If you want a steady job with a chance to get on, you will get both; if you want trouble, you can get that too, but not for long, here." Still the Scot held him with grave steady gaze, but speaking no word. "You understand me, McNish?" said Maitland, nettled at the man's silence. "Aye, A've got a heid," he said in an impassive voice. "Well, then, I hope you will govern yourself accordingly.
'If Molly is in t' orchard, I'll go find her, said Sylvia. Corney, with a knowing look, which made Sylvia hate her for the moment. 'A've not forgotten as a were young mysen. Tak' care; there's a pool o' mucky watter just outside t' back-door.
"It's a bonnie word, an' yir mither wes a sanct; but it's no for the like o' me. It's ower gude; a' daurna tak it. "Shut the buik an' let it open itsel, an' ye 'ill get a bit a've been readin' every nicht the laist month."
"It is computed by state by state by fellers that coont," said Tam, "that it takes seven thoosand shells to hit a flyin'-man by my own elaborate system of calculation, A' reckon that A've five thoosand shells to see before A' get the one that's marked wi' ma name an' address." And he summarily dismissed the matter from his mind for the night.
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