[Warlock o’ Glenwarlock by George MacDonald]@TWC D-Link bookWarlock o’ Glenwarlock CHAPTER XX 4/6
For him, he's a mere deid man 'at winna lie still.
Mony a bairn canna sleep, 'cause he's behavet himsel' ill the day afore! But gi'en, by coortesy like, he hed a word i' the case, he cudna objec'-- that is, gien he hae onything o' the gentleman left intil him, which nae doobt may weel be doobtfu'-- for wasna he a byous expense wi' his drink an' the gran' ootlandish dishes he bude to hae! Aften hae I h'ard auld Grannie say as muckle, an' she kens mair aboot that portion o' oor history nor ony ither, for, ye see, I cam raither late intil the faimily mysel'.
Sae, as I say, it wad be but fair the auld captain sud contreebit something to the needcessities o' the hoose, war it his to withhaud, which I mainteen it is not." "Weel rizzont, Grizzie!" cried the laird.
"An' I thank ye mair for yer thoucht nor yer rizzons; the tane I was in want o', the tither I was na.
The thing sall be luikit intil, an' that the first thing the morn's mornin'! The bit playock cam never i' my heid! I maun be growin' auld, Grizzie, no to hae thoucht o' a thing sae plain! But it's the w'y wi' a' the best things! They're sae guid whan ye get a grip o' them,'at ye canna un'erstan' hoo ye never thoucht o' them afore." "I'm aul'er nor you, sir; sae it maun hae been the Lord himsel' 'at pat it intil me." "We'll see the morn, Grizzie.
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