Redgauntlet. By the author of 'Waverley'. |
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... look out after Master Sam . Stupid fellow ! had he not abused my good nature , I might have chatted to him to keep my tongue in exercise ; whereas now , I must keep him at a distance . Do you remember what Mr Fairford said to me on this ...
... look out after Master Sam . Stupid fellow ! had he not abused my good nature , I might have chatted to him to keep my tongue in exercise ; whereas now , I must keep him at a distance . Do you remember what Mr Fairford said to me on this ...
Pagina 19
... look on the occasion , I dispatched a Highland chairman to the livery stable with my Bucephalus , and slunk , with as little noise as might be , into my own den , where I began to mumble certain half - gnawed and not half - digested ...
... look on the occasion , I dispatched a Highland chairman to the livery stable with my Bucephalus , and slunk , with as little noise as might be , into my own den , where I began to mumble certain half - gnawed and not half - digested ...
Pagina 32
... Look to a gown of gold , and you will at least get a sleeve of it . " Such is my pursuit ; but what dost thou look to ? The chance that the mystery , as you call it , which at present overclouds your birth and connections , will clear ...
... Look to a gown of gold , and you will at least get a sleeve of it . " Such is my pursuit ; but what dost thou look to ? The chance that the mystery , as you call it , which at present overclouds your birth and connections , will clear ...
Pagina 35
... look at an old gravel pit , till thou madest out capes , and bays , and inlets , crags and preci- pices , and the ... looks upon a crocodile ? Now this is , doubtless , so far a harmless exercise of your imagination , for the puddle ...
... look at an old gravel pit , till thou madest out capes , and bays , and inlets , crags and preci- pices , and the ... looks upon a crocodile ? Now this is , doubtless , so far a harmless exercise of your imagination , for the puddle ...
Pagina 54
... , while I lingered on the sands , with my looks turned to the shores of England , still gilded by the sun's last rays , and , as it seemed , scarce distant a mile from me . The anxious thoughts which haunt 54 LATIMER TO FAIRFORD .
... , while I lingered on the sands , with my looks turned to the shores of England , still gilded by the sun's last rays , and , as it seemed , scarce distant a mile from me . The anxious thoughts which haunt 54 LATIMER TO FAIRFORD .
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Pagina 231 - Are ye come light-handed, ye son of a toom whistle?" said Sir Robert. " Zounds! if you are " My gudesire, with as gude a countenance as he could put on, made a leg, and placed the bag of money on the table wi' a dash, like a man that does something clever. The Laird drew it to him hastily — " Is it all here, Steenie, man ?" " Your honour will find it right,"' said my gudesire. " Here, Dougal," said the Laird, " gie Steenie a tass of brandy down stairs, till I count the siller and write the receipt.
Pagina 247 - And there was Claverhouse, as beautiful as when he lived, with his long, dark, curled locks, streaming down over his laced buff-coat, and his left hand always on his right spule-blade, to hide the wound that the silver bullet had made.* He sat apart from them all, and looked at them with a melancholy, haughty countenance; while the rest hallooed, and sung, and laughed, that the room rang.
Pagina 244 - But there may be some under the earth," said the stranger. "Come, I'll be frank wi' you; I could lend you the money on bond, but you would maybe scruple my terms. Now, I can tell you, that your auld Laird is disturbed in his grave by your curses, and the wailing of your family, and if ye daur venture to go to see him, he will give you the receipt.
Pagina 240 - He paused, and then added, mair sternly, 'If I understand your trick, sir, you want to take advantage of some malicious reports concerning things in this family, and particularly respecting my father's sudden death, thereby to cheat me out of the money, and perhaps take away my character, by insinuating that I have received the rent I am demanding. Where do you suppose this money to be? I insist upon knowing.
Pagina 256 - although this vision of yours tends, on the whole, to my father's credit, as an honest man, that he should, even after his death, desire to see justice done to a poor man like you, yet you are sensible that ill-dispositioned men might make bad constructions upon it, concerning his soul's health. So, I think, we had better lay the haill dirdum on that ill-deedie creature, Major Weir, and say naething about your dream in the wood of Pitmurkie.
Pagina 232 - John and his father never gree'd weel. Sir John had been bred an advocate, and afterwards sat in the last Scots Parliament and voted for the Union, having gotten, it was thought, a rug of the compensations. If his father could have come out of his grave, he would have brained him for it on his awn hearthstane.
Pagina 254 - ... a red-hot chanter. But yet it may be true, Steenie ; and if the money cast up, I shall not know what to think of it. — But where shall we find the Cat's Cradle ? There are cats enough about the old house, but I think they kitten without the ceremony of bed or cradle.
Pagina 259 - Laird himsell, if no better. But Heaven kens the truth, whilk first came out by the minister's wife, after Sir John and her ain gudeman were baith in the moulds. And then, my gudesire, wha was failed in his limbs, but not in his judgment or memory — at least nothing to speak of — was obliged to tell the real narrative to his freends, for the credit of his good name. He might else have been charged for a warlock...
Pagina 251 - I am not done with thee. HERE we do nothing for nothing; and you must return on this very day twelvemonth, to pay your master the homage that you owe me for my protection." My father's tongue was loosed of a suddenty, and he said aloud, "I refer mysell to God's pleasure, and not to yours.
Pagina 234 - it shall never break my service to Sir Robert; and I will answer his next whistle, so be you will stand by me, Hutcheon.' Hutcheon had nae will to the wark, but he had stood by Dougal in battle and broil, and he wad not fail him at this pinch; so...