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Mairover the gardener's craft be a gentle one, and I see na reason why, if a white lily like yoursel must toil and spin, it should na be oot in God's sunshine, where the flowers bloom, instead o' pricking the bluid oot o' yer body, and the hope oot o' yer heart, wi' the needle's point, as I ha' seen sae mony o' my ain coontry lassies do.
'Why! you'll be after using two or three hundred yoursel' every day as you live, Sylvie; and yet I must use a great many as you never think on about t' shop; and t' folks in t' fields want their set, let alone the high English that parsons and lawyers speak. 'Well, it's weary work is reading and writing. Cannot you learn me something else, if we mun do lessons?
But, holding on with one hand, she coolly took a piece of oatcake from her pocket, and munched it. Then with a dexterous movement she changed her position, got safely round the point, and went onward. "Why, Thora, were you not feared for yoursel?" I asked, when I got near her again. "If I'd been feared, Halcro, I wouldna be here now," she quietly replied.
"Ill at ease, Jennet," replied Nance, with a bitter look; "boh it ill becomes ye to jeer me, lass, seein' yo're a born witch yoursel." "Aha!" cried Potts, looking at the little girl, "So this is a born witch eh, Nance?" "A born an' bred witch," rejoined Nance; "jist as her brother Jem here is a wizard.
"Meary," cried Jacob, growing desperate at her coyness, and getting quite close up to her, "will you marry oie? Say yeez or noa." This was coming close to the point. Mary drew farther from him, and turned her head away. "Meary," said Jacob, seizing upon the hand that held the apron-string, "do you think you can better yoursel'? If not why, oie'm your man.
I never said I wad wed you, and I dinna believe I ever sall say it. Think shame o' yoursel' for speaking o' marrying before the tide has washed the footmarks o' the dead off the sea sands. Let go my hand, Angus." "It is my hand, and I'll claim it as long as you live. And it will be ill for any ither body that daurs to touch it." "Daurs indeed! I'll no be daured by any body, manfolk or womanfolk.
That is how she got her soft face and her pathetic ways and her large charity, and why other mothers ran to her when they had lost a child. 'Dinna greet, poor Janet, she would say to them; and they would answer, 'Ah, Margaret, but you're greeting yoursel. Margaret Ogilvy had been her maiden name, and after the Scotch custom she was still Margaret Ogilvy to her old friends.
These he threw on any way, and taking a staff from the cupboard, locked all up again, and was for setting out, when a thought arrested him. "I cannae leave you by yoursel' in the house," said he. "I'll have to lock you out." The blood came to my face. "If you lock me out," I said, "it'll be the last you'll see of me in friendship." He turned very pale, and sucked his mouth in.
I had thought you were dead and buried in the Cape Fear River." "Ye did not think I was dead," replied Ben, "when I seized ye an' held ye an' kept ye from buryin' yoursel' in that same river." Bonnet waved his hand. "No more of that," said he; "I was unfortunate, but that is over now and things have turned out better than any man could have expected." "Better!" exclaimed Ben.
"You thought for her, you acted for her, frae the first; you toomed her, and then filled her up wi' yoursel'." "She always needed some one to lean on." "Ay, because you had maimed her. She grew up in the notion that you were all the earth and the wonder o' the world." "Could I help that?" "Help it! Did you try?
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