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Old songs and modern instances.
'He set her on a coal-black steed, Himself lap on behind her, An' he's awa' to the Hieland hills Whare her frien's they canna find her.' Rob Roy.
The occupants of Bide-a-Wee Cottage awoke in anything but a Jubilee humour, next day.

Willie had intended to come at nine, but of course did not appear.

Francesca took her breakfast in bed, and came listlessly into the sitting-room at ten o'clock, looking like a ghost.

Jean's ankle was much better--the sprain proved to be not even a strain--but her wrist was painful.