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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" Come on, then," answered the gallant, " and let us walk apace, since
you would not be persuaded to stay with your gentlewoman, as you call
her, and with the rest of the baggage. —You may perhaps see that, though,
you will not like to see."
She took hold of his arm accordingly; but as he continued to walk at the
same pace, she shortly let go her hold, exclaiming that he had hurt her
hand. The cavalier stopped, and looked at the pretty hand and arm which
she showed him, with exclamations against his cruelty. "I dare say," she
said, baring her wrist and a part of her arm, " it is all black and blue to
the very elbow."
"I dare say you are a silly little fool," said the cavalier, carelessly kissing
the aggrieved arm; "it is only a pretty incarnate which sets off the blue
veins."
" Nay, my lord, now it is you are silly," answered the dame; "but I am
glad I can make you speak and laugh on any terms this morning. I am
sure, if I did insist on following you into the forest, it was all for the sake
of diverting you. I am better company than your page, I trow.-And now,
tell me, these pretty things with horns, be they not deer?"
" Even such they be, Nelly," answered her neglectful attendant.
" And what can the great folks do with so many of them, forsooth?"
" They send them to the city, Nell, where wise men make venison pasties
of their flesh, and wear their horns for trophies," answered Lord Dalgarno,
whom our reader has already recognized.
"Nay, now you laugh at me, my lord," answered his companion; "but I
know all about venison, whatsoever you may think. I always tasted it once
a-year when we dined with Mir. Deputy," she continued, sadly, as a sense
of her degradation stole across a mind bewildered with vanity and folly,
" though he would not speak to me now, if we met together in the narrowest
lane in the Ward i"
"I warrant he would not," said Lord Dalgrarno, "because thou, Nell,
wouldst dash him with a single look; for I trust tlihou hast more spirit than
to throw away words on such a fellow as he?"
" Who, I!" said Dame Nelly. " Nay, I scorn the proud princox too much
for that. Do you know, he made all the folks in the Ward stand cap in
hand to him, my poor old John Christie and all?" Here her recollection
began to overflow at her eyes.
"A plague on your whimpering," said Dalgarno, somewhat harshly. -
"Nay, never look pale for the matter, Nell. I am not angry with you, you
simple fool. But what would you have me think, when you are eternally
looking back upon your dungeon yonder by the river, which smelt of pitch
and old cheese worse than a Welshman does of onions, and all this whern I
am taking you down to a castle as fine as is in Fairy Land!"
" Shall we be there to-night, my lord?" said Nelly, drying her tears.
" To-night, Nelly?-no, nor this night fortnight."
" Now, the Lord be with us, and keep us -- But shall we not go by sea,
my lord? - I thought every body came from Scotland by sea. I am sure
Lord G lenvarloch and Richie Moihiplies came up by sea."
"There is a wide difference between comihng up and going down, Nelly,"
answered Lord Dalgarno.
"And so there is, for certain," said his simple companion. "But yet I
think I heard people speaking of going down to Scotland by sea, as well as
coming up. Are you well avised of the way?-Do you think it possible we
can go by land, my sweet lord?"
"; It is but trying, my sweet lady," said Lord Dalgarno. " Men say England and Scotland are in the same island, so one would hope there may be
some road betwixt them by land."
"I shall never be able to ride so far," said the lady.
" We will have your saddle stuffed softer," said the lord. "I tell you that