Norie was for getting me to write an article for his paper, and the consumptive wanted me to address a meeting.
'Wull ye say a' that over again the morn's night down at our hall in Newmilns Street?
We've got a lodge meeting o' the I.W.B., and I'll make them pit ye in the programme.' He kept his luminous eyes, like a sick dog's, fixed on me, and I saw that I had made one ally.

I told him I had come to Glasgow to learn and not to teach, but I would miss no chance of testifying to my faith.
'Now, boys, I'm for my bed,' said Amos, shaking the dottle from his pipe.

'Mr Tombs, I'll conduct ye the morn over the Brigend works, but I've had enough clavers for one evening.

I'm a man that wants his eight hours' sleep.' The old fellow saw them to the door, and came back to me with the ghost of a grin in his face.
'A queer crowd, Mr Brand! Macnab didna like what ye said.

He had a laddie killed in Gallypoly, and he's no lookin' for peace this side the grave.