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Stevenson, Robert Louis

"The Wrecker"

Your
mither was always my fav'rite, for A never could agree
with Aadam. A like ye fine yoursel'; there's nae
noansense aboot ye; ye've a fine nayteral idee of
builder's work; ye've been to France, where, they tell
me, they're grand at the stuccy. A splendid thing for
ceilin's the stuccy! and it's a vailyable disguise,
too; A don't believe there's a builder in Scotland has
used more stuccy than me. But, as A was sayin', if
ye'll follie that trade, with the capital that A'm
goin' to give ye, ye may live yet to be as rich as
mysel'. Ye see, ye would have always had a share of it
when A was gone; it appears ye're needin' it now; well,
ye'll get the less, as is only just and proper."
Uncle Adam cleared his throat. "This is very handsome,
father," said he; "and I am sure Loudon feels it so.
Very handsome, and, as you say, very just; but will you
allow me to say that it had better, perhaps, be put in
black and white?"
The enmity always smouldering between the two men, at
this ill-judged interruption almost burst in flame.
The stonemason turned upon his offspring, his long
upper lip pulled down for all the world like a
monkey's.


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