cried the king, "the Scotch sell their king for two hundred thousand pounds
the Scotch," he exclaimed, "the Scotch I called `my faithful,' to whom I trusted myself when I could have fled to Oxford
In a year from the date of her illness, the frail little child of the old days at Greenwater Broad had ripened, in the bracing Scotch air and the healthy mode of life, into a comely young woman.
The Scotch friends were willing and kind; but they had domestic claims on them, and they had no money to spare.
I got up again from the sofa, strong in a daring resolution which the Scotch
Verdict had suddenly kindled in me--a resolution at once too sacred and too desperate to be confided, in the first instance, to any other than my husband's ear.
Do not cross the marsh," continued Monk: "you will have money in your pocket, and there are in the marsh some Scotch ambuscaders I have placed there.
My lord," replied Spithead, "he told it me, but those devils of French names are so difficult to pronounce for a Scotch throat, that I could not retain it.
What Sir Patrick says professionally of Scotch
Marriages in this chapter is taken from this high authority.
And who should be in the trap but Vassenka himself, with his Scotch
cap, and his songs and his gaiters, and all, sitting in the hay.
He knew something of the Scotch peasant; he knew the respectability which might well feel it necessary to wear "blacks" for an official inquiry; he knew also the economy that would not lose an hour's digging for that.
Snuff is the one great luxury of such Scotch shepherds; it's the one thing with which you can bribe them.
If I ever shared her fears I never told her so, and the articles that were not Scotch grew in number until there were hundreds of them, all carefully preserved by her: they were the only thing in the house that, having served one purpose, she did not convert into something else, yet they could give her uneasy moments.
Then perhaps we understood most fully how good a friend our editor had been, for just as I had been able to find no well-known magazine - and I think I tried all - which would print any article or story about the poor of my native land, so now the publishers, Scotch and English, refused to accept the book as a gift.
Such a place was the Grotto, where Brissenden and he lounged in capacious leather chairs and drank Scotch and soda.
They talked about many things, and now Brissenden and now Martin took turn in ordering Scotch and soda.