"I don't know how to repay you." "Repay me! I want nae repayment.

Only spier nae questons at me, and gang awa whan I'm drunk." After all his summer preparation, Alec was still behind in mathematics; for while, with a distinct object in view, he was capable of much--without one, reading was a weariness to him.

His medical studies, combining, as they did, in their anatomical branch, much to be learned by the eye and the hand with what was to be learned from books, interested him more and more.
One afternoon, intent upon a certain course of investigation, he remained in the dissecting room after the other students had gone, and worked away till it grew dark.

He then lighted a candle, and worked on.
The truth was unfolding itself gently and willingly.

At last, feeling tired, he laid down his scalpel, dropped upon a wooden chair, and, cold as it was, fell fast asleep.