"Wull" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... so guid as a drap of whuskey, dear, for strengthnin' the hairt whan ye hae a bit shock. It's no yer mon, Peter? No? Weel, thank the Lord for that. Noo, tak ye anither bit sup, for ye ha'e na tasted it. Wull ye no gie Ellen the letter, love? ...
— The Eye of Dread • Payne Erskine
... the boatman, with a lazy, significant glance at the consul, "it wull be a lesson to me not to trust to a lassie's GANGIN' jo, ...
— The Bell-Ringer of Angel's and Other Stories • Bret Harte
... 'Pig! Jade! I'll tell you what, John. She'll go out o' this into the streets;—that's what she wull. I won't keep her here, ...
— The Way We Live Now • Anthony Trollope
... namely and darcknes. Certaynly when one is in darcknes / the more he dothe departe and go out of it and drawith nighe vnto light / he begynnith the better to see sumwhat / and so though that yet he be compassed with darcknes / yet is he sumwhat partaker of the lighte. But he that wull knowe more of this matier / let hym reade that Epistle of Augustyne: Wher he prouith playnly / that all synnes ar not like / as the Stoicks did thincke: Now to return to our place / which we did rehearce. He that offendith in one / is giltie of all. Ther is no obseruacion ...
— A Treatise of the Cohabitation Of the Faithful with the Unfaithful • Peter Martyr
... you, gin I hadna found the delvin' ill worrk for auld shoulders," pursued Macbean, broadening his speech with intentional humor. "Noo, wull ye ...
— Stingaree • E. W. (Ernest William) Hornung
... Schuetzen Park, mit alle dem childern, a little eggs-kursion, eh not soh? We breathe der freshes air, a celubration, a pignic bei der seashore on. Ach, dot wull ...
— McTeague • Frank Norris
... had three brothers, Gilbert, Edmund, Richard. Gilbert in his old age told some cavaliers he got a pass for nowt from Maister Gatherer one time mass he did and he seen his brud Maister Wull the playwriter up in Lunnon in a wrastling play wud a man on's back. The playhouse sausage filled Gilbert's soul. He is nowhere: but an Edmund and a Richard are recorded in the works of ...
— Ulysses • James Joyce
... fear, Sandy, boy!" he proclaimed to his perturbed ally. "That bullet has no' gotten your length yet. Maybe it never wull. There's mony a thing in this worrld with one man's name on it that finds its way intil the inside of some other man." He fixed Tosh with a relentless eye. "A bit ham, ...
— All In It K(1) Carries On - A Continuation of the First Hundred Thousand • John Hay Beith (AKA: Ian Hay)
... jist thinkin'; it will not be lang before she's a mither," muttered the little man. Then, turning quickly to Flora, he said, "I wull speak to the medical man on board, an' tell him to tak' partic'lar care o' you during the ...
— Flora Lyndsay - or, Passages in an Eventful Life • Susan Moodie
... 'em off!" cried Tavish fiercely. "She wull peat 'em off! D'ye think ta children of ta Mackhai will let ta thieves come ...
— Three Boys - or the Chiefs of the Clan Mackhai • George Manville Fenn
... wull yur!" said Rube, clutching his rifle, and taking his stand. The laughter was held in, no one wishing to ...
— The Scalp Hunters • Mayne Reid
... Folk wull be comin' frae miles aroond juist to leuk at thesperity bit. Ilka body aboot kens Auld Jock. It'll be maist michty news to tell at the kirk on the Sabbath, that he's ...
— Greyfriars Bobby • Eleanor Atkinson
... from laziness, and still more because it was inconvenient, I took no notes, and now I am little better for what he told me. He spoke English tolerably; but seldom understood what was said to him without a 'What's your wull?' We turned up to the right, and were at the foot of the glen—the laird's house cannot be said to be in the glen. The afternoon was delightful,—the sun shone, the mountain-tops were clear, the lake glittered in the great vale behind us, and the stream ...
— Recollections of a Tour Made in Scotland A.D. 1803 • Dorothy Wordsworth
... "Wull, I bleeve there's no man can axe me for nothing; and thank God, what I've got's my own; and there aint many as got pootier stock nor mine—all good bred uns, ...
— The Humourous Story of Farmer Bumpkin's Lawsuit • Richard Harris |
