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.

THE BLACK DWARF. 297
"You cannot mean young Earnscliff, Lucy?" said Miss Vere, blushing
deeply.
" And whom else should I mean?" said Lucy. "Jaffiers and Pierres are
very scarce in this country, I take it, though one could find Renaults and
Bedamars enow."
" How can you talk so wildly, Lucy? Your plays and romances have
positively turned your brain. You know, that, independent of my father's
consent, without which I never will marry any one, and which, in the case
you point at, would never be granted; independent, too, of our knowing
nothing of young Earnscliff's inclinations, but by your own wild conjectures
and fancies-besides all this, there is the fatal brawl i"
"When his father was killed?" said Lucy. "But that was very long ago;
and I hope we have outlived the time of bloody feud, when a quarrel was
carried down between two families from father to son, like a Spanish game
at chess, and a murder or two committed in every generation, just to keep
the matter from going to sleep. We do with our quarrels now-a-days as
with our clothes; cut them out for ourselves, and wear them out in our own
day, and should no more think of resenting our father's feuds, than of wearing their slashed doublets and trunk-hose."
"You treat this far too lightly, Lucy," answered Miss Vere.
" Not a bit, my dear Isabella," said Lucy. " Consider, your father,
though present in the unhappy affray, is never supposed to have struck the
fatal blow; besides, in former times, in case of mutual slaughter between
clans, subsequent alliances were so far from being excluded, that the hand
of a daughter or a sister, was the most frequent gage of reconciliation. You
laugh at my skill in romance; but, I assure you, should your history be
written, like that of many a less distressed and less deserving heroine, the
well-judging reader would set you down for the lady and the love of Earnscliff, from the very obstacle which you suppose so insurmountable."
"But these are not the days of romance, but of sad reality, for there
stands the castle of Ellieslaw."
" And there stands Sir Frederick Langley at the gate, waiting to assist
the ladies from their palfreys. I would as lief touch a toad; I will disappoint him, and take old HIorsington the groom for my master of the
horse."
So saying, the lively young lady switched her palfrey forward, and passing
Sir Frederick with a familiar nod as he stood ready to take her horse's rein,
she cantered on and jumped into the arms of the old groom. Fain would
Isabella have done the same had she dared; but her father stood near, displeasure already darkening on a countenance peculiarly qualified to express
the harsher passions, and she was compelled to receive the unwelcome assiduities of her detested suitor.
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Let not us that are squires of the night's body be called thieves
of the day's booty; let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the
shade, minions of the moon.
HENrY TrEa FOURTH, Part I.
THE Solitary had consumed the remainder of the day in which he had
the interview with the young ladies, within the precincts of his garden.
Evening again found him seated on his favourite stone. The sun setting
red, and among seas of rolling clouds, threw a gloomy lustre over the moor,