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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officer's observation; but instantly composing himself into the stern solemnity which for an instant had been disturbed, he looked fiercely at his
new guest, and pronounced with an awful and emphatic, yet rather an under-voice, the single and impressive word, " Garnish I"
Julian Peveril replied with assumed composure; for he had heard of the
customs of such places, and was resolved to comply with them, so as if
possible to obtain the favour of seeing his father, which he shrewdly guessed
must depend on his gratifying the avarice of the keeper. "I am quite
ready," he said, " to accede to the customs of the place in which I unhappily
find myself. You have but to name your demands, and I will satisfy them."
So saying, he drew out his purse, thinking himself at the same time fortunate that he had retained about him a considerable sum of gold. The
Captain remarked its width, depth, its extension, and depression, with an
involuntary smile, which had scarce contorted his hanging under-lip, and
the wiry and greasy mustache which thatched the upper, when it was
checked by the recollection that there were regulations which set bounds to
his rapacity, and prevented him from pouncing on his prey like a kite, and
swooping it all off at once.
This chilling reflection produced the following sullen reply to Peveril: —
"There were sundry rates. Gentlemen must choose for themselves. Hle
asked nothing but his fees. But civility," he muttered, " must be paid for."
" And shall, if I can have it for payment," said Peveril; "but the price,
my good sir, the price?"
He spoke with some degree of scorn, which he was the less anxious to
repress, that he saw, even in this jail, his purse gave him an indirect but
powerful influence over his jailer.
The Captain seemed to feel the same; for, as he spoke, he plucked from
his head, almost involuntarily, a sort of scalded fur-cap, which served it for
covering. But his fingers revolting from so unusual an act of complaisance,
began to indemnify themselves by scratching his grizzly shock-head, as he
muttered, in a tone resembling the softened growling of a mastiff when he
has ceased to bay the intruder who shows no fear of him, -" There are
different rates. There is the Little Ease, for common fees of the crown —
rather dark, and the common-sewer runs below it; and some gentlemen
object to the company, who are chiefly padders and michers. Then the
Master's side -the garnish came to one piece -and none lay stowed there
but who were in for murder at the least."
" Name your highest price, sir; and take it," was Julian's concise reply.
" Three pieces for the Knight's ward," answered the governor of this terrestrial Tartarus.
" Take five, and place me with Sir Geoffrey," was again Julian's answer,
throwing down the money upon the desk before him.
" Sir Geoffrey?-Hum! - aye, Sir Geoffrey," said the jailer, as if meditating what he ought to do. " Well, many a man has paid money to see
Sir Geoffrey - Scarce so much as you have, though. But then you are like
to see the last of him.-Ha! ha! ha!"
These broken muttered exclamations, which terminated somewhat like
the joyous growl of a tiger over his meal, Julian could not comprehend;
and only replied to by repeating his request to be placed in the same cell
with Sir Geoffrey.
"Ay, master," said the jailer, " never fear; I'll keep word with you, as
you seem to know something of. what belongs to your station and mine.
And hark ye, Jemo Clink will fetch you the darbies."
" Derby!" interrupted Julian,-" Has the Earl or Countess — 2
"Earl or Countess! -Ha, ha, ha!" again laughed, or rather growled,
the warden. "What is your head running on? You are a high fellow
belike! but all is one here. The darbies are the fetlocks — the fasts
keepers, my boy — the bail for good behaviour, my darling; and if you are