"Well, John, this is a fine day for your delving work."
"Ay, it's a tolerable day, sir."
"Are you thankful in heart, John, for such temporal mercies as
these?"
"Aw doubt we're a' ower little thankfu', sir, baith for temporal an'
speeritual mercies; but it isna aye the maist thankfu' heart that
maks the greatest fraze wi' the tongue."
"I hope there is nothing personal under that remark, John?"
"Gin the bannet fits ony body's head, they're unco welcome to it,
sir, for me."
"John, I do not approve of these innuendoes. You have an arch
malicious manner. of vending your aphorisms, which the men of
the world are too apt to read the wrong way, for your dark hints
are sure to have one very bad meaning."
"Hout na, sir, it's only bad folks that think sac. They find ma bits
o' gibes come hame to their hearts wi' a kind o' yerk, an' that gars
them wince."
"That saying is ten times worse than the other, John; it is a
manifest insult: it is just telling me to my face that you think me a
bad man."
"A body canna help his thoughts, sir."
"No, but a man's thoughts are generally formed from observation.
Now I should like to know, even from the mouth of a
misbeliever, what part of my conduct warrants such a
conclusion.
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