The Waverley novels, by Sir Walter Scott, complete in 12 vol., printed from the latest English ed., embracing the author's last corrections, prefaces & notes.

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quivering with emotion, she pleaded her sister's cause with a pathos which
was at once simple and solemn.
" This is eloquence," said her Majesty to the Duke of Argyle. "Young
woman," she continued, addressing herself to Jeanie, "I cannot grant a
pardon to your sister —but you shall not want my warm intercession with
his Majesty. Take this housewife case," she continued, putting a small
embroidered needle-case into Jeanie's hands; "do not open it now, but at
your leisure-you will find something in it which will remind you that youhave had an interview with Queen Caroline."
Jeanie, having her suspicions thus confirmed, dropped on her knees, and
would have expanded herself in gratitude; but the Duke, who was upon
thorns lest she should say more or less than just enough, touched his chin
once more.
"Our business is, I think, ended for the present, my Lord Duke," said
the Queen, " and, I trust, to your satisfaction. Hereafter I hope to see
your Grace more frequently, both at Richmond and St. James's.-Come,
Lady Suffolk, we must wish his Grace good-morning."
They exchanged their parting reverences, and the Duke, so soon as the
ladies had turned their backs, assisted Jeanie to rise from the ground, and
conducted her back through the avenue, which she trode with the feeling
of one who walks in her sleep.
So soon as I can win the offended king,
I will be known your advocate.
CYMBELINE.
THE Duke of Argyle led the way in silence to the small postern by which
they had been admitted into Richmond Park, so long the favourite residence
of Queen Caroline. It was opened by the same half-seen janitor, and they
found themselves beyond the precincts of the royal demesne. Still not a
word was spoken on either side. The Duke probably wished to allow his
rustic prot6g6e time to recruit her faculties, dazzled and sunk with colloquy
sublime; and betwixt what she had guessed, had heard, and had seen,
Jeanie Deans's mind wo4' too much agitated to permit her to ask any
questions.
They found the carriage of the Duke in the place where they had left it;
and when they resumed their places, soon began to advance rapidly on their
return to town.
"I think, Jeanie," said the Duke, breaking silence, "you have every
reason to congratulate yourself on the issue of your interview with her
Majesty."
" And that leddy was the Queen hersell?" said Jeanie; " I misdoubted it
when I saw that your honour didna put on your hat-And yet I can hardly
believe it, even when I heard her speak it hersell."
"It was certainly Queen Caroline," replied the Duke. "Have you no
curiosity to see what is in the little pocket-book?"
"Do you think the pardon will be in it, sir?" said Jeanie, with the eager
animation of hope.
"Why, no," replied the Duke; "that is unlikely. They seldom carry
these things about them, unless they were likely to be wanted; and, besides,
her Majesty told you it was the King, not she, who was to grant it."