Christie Johnstone
great artists, change their conditions without changing their names-was
tongues tempt sorrow to p
ood-morrow; after a bit, fish and meal used to be placed on her table by one neighbor or another, when she was out, and so on. She was at first behindhand in responding to all this, but by d
ad seen her al
e her neigh
obleman had
y, dear no
was
d copper, gleaming candlesticks, and a dinner-table floor, sat the
e with his reflect
ye ony sill
bleed his flint (for to do Christie justice the process was not very dissimilar). Flucker had a versati
fe o' Jess Rutherfor
st t
alf a crown fo
wn, but he also knew that if he asked a shi
rown was hi
, and saying, "An' ye'll get saxpence," went about some househ
e who would not do a sister the injust
d fresh
id not
resumed
said softly and thoughtfully to the fire, "Hech, w
k; pretended he had spoken to her, gave a fictitious yawn, and r
ying for
oken off and renewed
ain was struck a
ame out, the h
intently, with m
dow's sorrows
t by pure memory he remembered where
rd, and even threw in what drama
e suld
ay your hand l
t's a beast,
ng on the hill th
, ye fulis
h! Geraffe 's su
s life came into Chri
of feeling, and by intuition an artist of the tongue. She was the best raconte
en inferior narrators got hold of it,
of the sudden sympath
prigs w
her cause and a