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"Woman, you are insolent." "Troth, I needna yer lordship to tell me that! Nane the less ae auld wife may say 'at she likes til anither." "I tell you there is no thoroughfare here." "An' I tell you there IS a thoroughfare, an' ye hae but to wull the trowth to ken 'at there is.
An' gin it be as ye say he's promised to lead us into a' trowth, an' he'll lead me into that trowth. But I'm thinkin' it's mair for oor sakes than his ain 'at he cares aboot his glory. I dinna believe 'at he thinks aboot his glory excep' for the sake o' the trowth an' men's herts deein' for want o' 't. Mrs. Falconer thought for a moment.
Surely I'm nae ower late, she added, going to the window. 'Na, the mune canna be up yet. 'Na, said Robert; 'I dinna think she rises muckle afore twa o'clock the nicht. But hoo ken ye? Are ye sure o' 't? It's an awfu' thing to think o'. 'To convence ye, I maun jist tell ye the trowth. The hoose we're in hasna a gude character.
It's no 'at we're drunkards, Lord ow na! it's no that, Lord; it's only 'at we canna dee wantin' the drink. We're sair drinkers, I maun confess, but no jist drunkards, Lord. I'm no drunk the noo; I ken what I'm sayin', an' it's sair trowth, but I cudna hae prayt a word to yer lordship gien I hadna had a jooggy or twa first. O Lord, deliver me frae the pooer o' Sawtan. O Lord! O Lord!
It shall be holy to me as the licht; an' I sweir by the Trowth I'll think o' 't but as ye think, an' man nor wuman nor bairn, no even Gibbie himsel', sall ken " The last word broke the spell upon Ginevra. "But, Donal," she said, as quietly as when years ago they talked by the Lorrie side, "would it be right? a secret with you I could not tell to any one? not even if afterwards "
Maybe I'm ower blin' to hae the rheumatize; or to smell the auld weet thack whan there's been a scatterin' o' snaw or a drappy o' rain o' the riggin'!" "I didna want to anger ye, Tibbie. A' that ye say deserves attention. It would be a shame to lat an auld body like you " "No that auld, Maister Bruce, gin ye kent the trowth!"
But, ye see that micht be to make a playock o' her hert. Puir thing, she luiks doon upo' me frae the tap o' her bonny neck, as frae a h'avenly heicht; but I s' lat her ken yet, gien only I can win at the gait o' 't, that I ha'ena come nigh her for naething." He gave a sigh with the words, and a pause followed. "The trowth's the trowth," resumed Miss Horn, "neither mair nor less."
Min' ye, there's a knowledge that worketh deith." Alec laughed not scornfully but he laughed. "Ye may lauch, Alec, but it's a sair trowth," said the mason. Alec held out his hand, for here their way diverged. Thomas shook it kindly, but walked away gloomy. Arrived at home, he shut to his door, and went down on his knees by his bedside. When Jean came with his supper she found the door fast.
I'm nane the less obleeged to ye, Jeames," he added as he rose, "though I cud weel wuss yer opingon had been sic as wad hae pitten't 'i my pooer to offer ye a fee for't." "The less said aboot that the better, laird." replied Jeames with imperturbability, and his large, silent smile; "the trowth's the trowth, whether it's paid for or no.
It maitered little sae lang as they war lasses as hertless and toom-heidit as himsel, and ower weel used to sic havers; but a lassie like you, 'at never afore hearkent to siclike, she taks them a' for trowth, and the leein sough o' him gars her trow there was never on earth sic a won'erfu cratur as her! What pleesur there can be i' leein 's mair nor I can faddom!
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