Guy Mannering.

174 WAVERLEY NOVELS.
"He'll return in a little while," said Lucy, gently.
The sound of voices was now heard from the ruins.
(The reader may remember there was a communication
between the castle and the beach, up which the speakers
had ascended.)
"Yes, there's plenty of shells and sea-ware for manure,
as you observe-and if one inclined to build a new house,
which might indeed be necessary, there's a great deal
of good hewn stone about this old dungeon for the devil
here "" Good God! " said Miss Bertram hastily to Sampson,
"'tis that wretch Glossin's voice! —if my father sees him,
it will kill him outright!"
Sampson wheeled perpendicularly round, and moved
with long strides to confront the attorney, as he issued
from beneath the portal arch of the ruin. " Avoid ye!"
he said-" Avoid ye! wouldst thou kill and take possession? "
"' Come, come, Master Dominie Sampson," answered
Glossin, insolently, "if ye cannot preach in the pulpit,
we'll have no preaching here. We go by the law, my
good friend; we leave the gospel to you."
The very mention of this man's name had been of late
a subject of the most violent irritation to the unfortunate
patient. The sound of his voice now produced an instantaneous effect. Mir. Bertram started up without assistarice, and turned round towards him; the ghastliness of
his features forming a strange contrast with the violence
of his exclamations.-" Out of my sight, ye viper! ye
frozen viper, that I warmed till ye stung me! —art thou
not afraid that the walls of my father's dwelling should
fall and crush thee limb and bone?-are ye not afraid the
very lintels of the door of Ellangowan castle should